30 But now they that are younger than I have me in derision,
whose fathers I would have disdained to have set with the dogs of my flock.
² Yea, whereto might the strength of their hands profit me,
in whom old age was perished?

²⁰ I cry unto thee, and thou dost not hear me:
I stand up, and thou regardest me not.
²¹ Thou art become cruel to me:
with thy strong hand thou opposest thyself against me.
²² Thou liftest me up to the wind;
thou causest me to ride upon it, and dissolvest my substance.
²³ For I know that thou wilt bring me to death,
and to the house appointed for all living.
²⁴ Howbeit he will not stretch out his hand to the grave,
though they cry in his destruction.

²⁵ Did not I weep for him that was in trouble?
was not my soul grieved for the poor?
²⁶ When I looked for good, then evil came unto me:
and when I waited for light, there came darkness.
²⁷ My bowels boiled, and rested not:
the days of affliction prevented me.
²⁸ I went mourning without the sun:
I stood up, and I cried in the congregation.
²⁹ I am a brother to dragons,
and a companion to owls.
³⁰ My skin is black upon me,
and my bones are burned with heat.
³¹ My harp also is turned to mourning,
and my organ into the voice of them that weep.