30:1 But now they that are younger than I have me in derision, Whose fathers I disdained to set with the dogs of my flock.
30:2 Yea, the strength of their hands, whereto should it profit me? Men in whom ripe age is perished.
30:3 They are gaunt with want and famine; They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of wasteness and desolation.
30:12 Upon my right hand rise the rabble; They thrust aside my feet, And they cast up against me their ways of destruction.
30:15 Terrors are turned upon me; They chase mine honor as the wind; And my welfare is passed away as a cloud.
30:18 By `God's' great force is my garment disfigured; It bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.
30:22 Thou liftest me up to the wind, thou causest me to ride `upon it'; And thou dissolvest me in the storm.
30:24 Howbeit doth not one stretch out the hand in his fall? Or in his calamity therefore cry for help?