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But now those who are younger than I make sport of me; those whose fathers I would not have put with the dogs of my flocks.
MAS ahora los más mozos de días que yo, se ríen de mí; cuyos padres yo desdeñara ponerlos con los perros de mi ganado.
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.
“But now those who are younger than I have me in derision, whose fathers I considered unworthy to put with my sheep dogs.
Of what use is the strength of their hands to me? all force is gone from them.
Porque ¿para qué yo habría menester la fuerza de sus manos, en los cuales había perecido con el tiempo?
Yea, whereto might the strength of their hands profit me, in whom old age was perished?
Of what use is the strength of their hands to me, men in whom ripe age has perished?
They are wasted for need of food, biting the dry earth; their only hope of life is in the waste land.
Por causa de la pobreza y del hambre andaban solos; huían á la soledad, á lugar tenebroso, asolado y desierto.
For want and famine they were solitary; fleeing into the wilderness in former time desolate and waste.
They are gaunt from lack and famine. They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of waste and desolation.
They are pulling off the salt leaves from the brushwood, and making a meal of roots.
Que cogían malvas entre los arbustos, y raíces de enebro para calentarse.
Who cut up mallows by the bushes, and juniper roots for their meat.
They pluck salt herbs by the bushes. The roots of the broom tree are their food.
They are sent out from among their townsmen, men are crying after them as thieves
Eran echados de entre las gentes, y todos les daban grita como al ladrón.
They were driven forth from among men, (they cried after them as after a thief;)
They are driven out from among men. They cry after them as after a thief,
They have to get a resting-place in the hollows of the valleys, in holes of the earth and rocks.
Habitaban en las barrancas de los arroyos, en las cavernas de la tierra, y en las rocas.
To dwell in the clifts of the valleys, in caves of the earth, and in the rocks.
so that they live in frightful valleys, and in holes of the earth and of the rocks.
They make noises like asses among the brushwood; they get together under the thorns.
Bramaban entre las matas, y se reunían debajo de las espinas.
Among the bushes they brayed; under the nettles they were gathered together.
They bray among the bushes. They are gathered together under the nettles.
They are sons of shame, and of men without a name, who have been forced out of the land.
Hijos de viles, y hombres sin nombre, más bajos que la misma tierra.
They were children of fools, yea, children of base men: they were viler than the earth.
They are children of fools, yes, children of wicked men. They were flogged out of the land.
And now I have become their song, and I am a word of shame to them.
Y ahora yo soy su canción, y he sido hecho su refrán.
And now am I their song, yea, I am their byword.
“Now I have become their song. Yes, I am a byword to them.
I am disgusting to them; they keep away from me, and put marks of shame on me.
Abomínanme, aléjanse de mí, y aun de mi rostro no detuvieron su saliva.
They abhor me, they flee far from me, and spare not to spit in my face.
They abhor me, they stand aloof from me, and don’t hesitate to spit in my face.
For he has made loose the cord of my bow, and put me to shame; he has sent down my flag to the earth before me.
Porque Dios desató mi cuerda, y me afligió, por eso se desenfrenaron delante de mi rostro.
Because he hath loosed my cord, and afflicted me, they have also let loose the bridle before me.
For he has untied his cord, and afflicted me; and they have thrown off restraint before me.
The lines of his men of war put themselves in order, and make high their ways of destruction against me:
A la mano derecha se levantaron los jóvenes; empujaron mis pies, y sentaron contra mí las vías de su ruina.
Upon my right hand rise the youth; they push away my feet, and they raise up against me the ways of their destruction.
On my right hand rise the rabble. They thrust aside my feet. They cast their ways of destruction up against me.
They have made waste my roads, with a view to my destruction; his bowmen come round about me;
Mi senda desbarataron, aprovecháronse de mi quebrantamiento, contra los cuales no hubo ayudador.
They mar my path, they set forward my calamity, they have no helper.
They mar my path. They promote my destruction without anyone’s help.
As through a wide broken place in the wall they come on, I am overturned by the shock of their attack.
Vinieron como por portillo ancho, revolviéronse á mi calamidad.
They came upon me as a wide breaking in of waters: in the desolation they rolled themselves upon me.
As through a wide breach they come. They roll themselves in amid the ruin.
Fears have come on me; my hope is gone like the wind, and my well-being like a cloud.
Hanse revuelto turbaciones sobre mí; combatieron como viento mi alma, y mi salud pasó como nube.
Terrors are turned upon me: they pursue my soul as the wind: and my welfare passeth away as a cloud.
Terrors have turned on me. They chase my honor as the wind. My welfare has passed away as a cloud.
But now my soul is turned to water in me, days of trouble overtake me:
Y ahora mi alma está derramada en mí; días de aflicción me han aprehendido.
And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
“Now my soul is poured out within me. Days of affliction have taken hold of me.
The flesh is gone from my bones, and they give me no rest; there is no end to my pains.
De noche taladra sobre mí mis huesos, y mis pulsos no reposan.
My bones are pierced in me in the night season: and my sinews take no rest.
In the night season my bones are pierced in me, and the pains that gnaw me take no rest.
With great force he takes a grip of my clothing, pulling me by the neck of my coat.
Con la grande copia de materia mi vestidura está demudada; cíñeme como el cuello de mi túnica.
By the great force of my disease is my garment changed: it bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.
My garment is disfigured by great force. It binds me about as the collar of my tunic.
Truly God has made me low, even to the earth, and I have become like dust.
Derribóme en el lodo, y soy semejante al polvo y á la ceniza.
He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.
He has cast me into the mire. I have become like dust and ashes.
You give no answer to my cry, and take no note of my prayer.
Clamo á ti, y no me oyes; preséntome, y no me atiendes.
I cry unto thee, and thou dost not hear me: I stand up, and thou regardest me not.
I cry to you, and you do not answer me. I stand up, and you gaze at me.
You have become cruel to me; the strength of your hand is hard on me.
Haste tornado cruel para mí: con la fortaleza de tu mano me amenazas.
Thou art become cruel to me: with thy strong hand thou opposest thyself against me.
You have turned to be cruel to me. With the might of your hand you persecute me.
Lifting me up, you make me go on the wings of the wind; I am broken up by the storm.
Levantásteme, é hicísteme cabalgar sobre el viento, y disolviste mi sustancia.
Thou liftest me up to the wind; thou causest me to ride upon it, and dissolvest my substance.
You lift me up to the wind, and drive me with it. You dissolve me in the storm.
For I am certain that you will send me back to death, and to the meeting-place ordered for all living.
Porque yo conozco que me reduces á la muerte; y á la casa determinada á todo viviente.
For I know that thou wilt bring me to death, and to the house appointed for all living.
For I know that you will bring me to death, to the house appointed for all living.
Has not my hand been stretched out in help to the poor? have I not been a saviour to him in his trouble?
Mas él no extenderá la mano contra el sepulcro; ¿clamarán los sepultados cuando él los quebrantare?
Howbeit he will not stretch out his hand to the grave, though they cry in his destruction.
“However doesn’t one stretch out a hand in his fall? Or in his calamity therefore cry for help?
Have I not been weeping for the crushed? and was not my soul sad for him who was in need?
¿No lloré yo al afligido? Y mi alma ¿no se entristeció sobre el menesteroso?
Did not I weep for him that was in trouble? was not my soul grieved for the poor?
Didn’t I weep for him who was in trouble? Wasn’t my soul grieved for the needy?
For I was looking for good, and evil came; I was waiting for light, and it became dark.
Cuando esperaba yo el bien, entonces vino el mal; y cuando esperaba luz, la oscuridad vino.
When I looked for good, then evil came unto me: and when I waited for light, there came darkness.
When I looked for good, then evil came. When I waited for light, darkness came.
My feelings are strongly moved, and give me no rest; days of trouble have overtaken me.
Mis entrañas hierven, y no reposan; días de aflicción me han sobrecogido.
My bowels boiled, and rested not: the days of affliction prevented me.
My heart is troubled, and doesn’t rest. Days of affliction have come on me.
I go about in dark clothing, uncomforted; I get up in the public place, crying out for help.
Denegrido ando, y no por el sol: levantádome he en la congregación, y clamado.
I went mourning without the sun: I stood up, and I cried in the congregation.
I go mourning without the sun. I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.
I have become a brother to the jackals, and go about in the company of ostriches.
He venido á ser hermano de los dragones, y compañero de los buhos.
I am a brother to dragons, and a companion to owls.
I am a brother to jackals, and a companion to ostriches.
My skin is black and dropping off me; and my bones are burning with the heat of my disease.
Mi piel está denegrida sobre mí, y mis huesos se secaron con ardentía.
My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.
My skin grows black and peels from me. My bones are burned with heat.
And my music has been turned to sorrow, and the sound of my pipe into the noise of weeping.
Y hase tornado mi arpa en luto, y mi órgano en voz de lamentadores.
My harp also is turned to mourning, and my organ into the voice of them that weep.
Therefore my harp has turned to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of those who weep.