In the daytime it becomes dark for them, and in the sunlight they go feeling about as if it was night.

So have you now become to me; you see my sad condition and are in fear.

When it is still green, without being cut down, it becomes dry and dead before any other plant.

I have done no wrong; I give no thought to what becomes of me; I have no desire for life.

And your life will be brighter than day; though it is dark, it will become like the morning.

Though a man comes to nothing like a bit of dead wood, or like a robe which has become food for the worm.

The waters go from a pool, and a river becomes waste and dry;

Because his face is covered with fat, and his body has become thick;

And he has made his resting-place in the towns which have been pulled down, in houses where no man had a right to be, whose fate was to become masses of broken walls.

If I say what is in my mind, my pain becomes no less: and if I keep quiet, how much of it goes from me?

Truly, those who make sport of me are round about me, and my eyes become dark because of their bitter laughing.

He has made me a word of shame to the peoples; I have become a mark for their sport.

My eyes have become dark because of my pain, and all my body is wasted to a shade.

The steps of his strength become short, and by his design destruction overtakes him.

He has taken my brothers far away from me; they have seen my fate and have become strange to me.

His food becomes bitter in his stomach; the poison of snakes is inside him.

Why is life given to the evil-doers? why do they become old and strong in power?

Snow waters become dry with the heat: so do sinners go down into the underworld.

By his wind the heavens become bright: by his hand the quickly moving snake was cut through.

Truly, you have all seen it yourselves; why then have you become completely foolish?

And now I have become their song, and I am a word of shame to them.

Truly God has made me low, even to the earth, and I have become like dust.

You have become cruel to me; the strength of your hand is hard on me.

I have become a brother to the jackals, and go about in the company of ostriches.

Then his flesh becomes young again, and he comes back to the days of his early strength;

When the earth becomes hard as metal, and is joined together in masses?