BRAGADAYJAH 1293

BRAGADAYJAH 1293
Job continues his parable.
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 flocks. Yea, whereto might the strength of their hands in whom old age was perished? For want and famine they were solitary, fleeing into the wilderness, in former times desolate and waste; who cut up mallows by the bushes, and juniper roots for their meat. They were driven forth from among men, they cried after them as after a thief. To dwell in the cliffs of the valleys, in caves of the earth, and in the rocks, among the bushes they brayed, under the nettles they were gathered together. They were children of fools, yea children of base men. They were viler than the earth, and now am I their song. Yea I am their byword.  They abhor me, they flee far from me, and spare not to spit in my face.  Because He has loosed my cord and afflicted me, they have also let loose the bridle before me. Upon my right hand rise the youth, they push away my feet, and they raise up against me the ways of their destruction. They mar my path; they set toward my calamity; they have no helper. They came upon me as a wide breaking in of waters; in the desolation they rolled themselves upon me. [to be continued]

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