圣经But now, people younger than me are mocking me. I once despised his father and refused to settle among the dogs guarding my flock.
What benefits does the strength of their hands have to me, as their youthful strength has declined?
They, due to poverty and hunger, are emaciated and gnawing on dry land in the desolate and desolate darkness.
Picking salted grass in the bushes, the roots of Luo Teng are their food (Luo Teng small tree is called pine).
They were driven out of the crowd, and people chased after them like thieves.
So that they lived between the valleys, in caves and caves.
Crying in the grass, gathering under thorns.
These are the children of foolish and despicable people, who are whipped and driven out of the country.
Now these people use me as their song and me as their laughter.
They detest me and stand aside, constantly spitting on my face.
Release their ropes and mistreat me, take off the bridle before me.
The scumbag stood up on my right, pushed away my feet, and built a battle path to attack me.
These helpless ones destroy my way and add to my calamity.
They came like breaking through a big hole, rolling on me in the midst of destruction.
Terror has come upon me, driving away my glory like the wind, and my blessings pass away like clouds.
Now my heart is extremely sad. The days of hardship have seized me.
At night, the bones inside me prick me, causing endless pain, like gums on me.
Because of the power of God, my outer garment is filthy and unbearable, and like the collar of my inner garment, it entangles me.
God threw me into the mud, I am like dust and ashes.
Lord, I cry to you, but you do not answer me. I stand up, just focus on me.
You change your heart towards me, treat me cruelly, and use your great power to chase me.
Lift me up in the wind, drive me in the wind, and eliminate me in the strong wind.
I know it will bring me to the brink of death, to the underworld designated for all living beings.
However, when a person falls, why don’t they reach out? Why not seek help in case of disaster?
When a man is in trouble, shall I not cry for him? Do I not mourn for a person who is poor?
I look up to the good, and disaster will come. I wait for the light, and darkness comes.
My heart is troubled and restless, and days of hardship are upon me.
I mourned and walked away without sunlight. I stood in the meeting begging for help.
I am brothers with wild dogs and companions with ostriches.
My skin is black and peeling off, and my bones are scorched from the heat.
So, my piano notes become sad, and my flute sounds become crying.
