|Job 30 |
1 [Job still speaking] "But now those who are younger than I hold me in derision, whose fathers I would have disdained to have hired to work with the dogs of my flock.
2 Yes, how could the strength of their hands have profited me, in whom the life [of God] had been extinguished?
3 For they are gaunt from want and famine; fleeing into the wilderness, desolate and waste,
4 Who cut up mallows by the bushes, and roots of the broom tree for their fuel.
5 They were driven forth from among men, who cried after them as after a thief;
6 To dwell in the valleys of erosion, in caves of the earth, and in the rocks.
7 They brayed among the bushes; under the nettles they were gathered together.
8 They were children of fools, yes, children of base men; they were viler than the earth.
9 And now am I their song, yes, I am their byword.
10 They abhor me, they flee far from me, and do not hesitate to spit in my face.
11 Because God has loosed his bowstring and afflicted me, they have also cast off the bridle of restraint before me.
12 On my right hand the rabble youth arise; they push away my feet, and raise against me their ways of destruction.
13 They mar my path, they encourage my calamity, though they have no helper.
14 They come upon me as through a wide breach; in the desolation they rolled themselves upon me.
15 Terrors have turned upon me. Terrors pursue my soul like the wind, and my welfare passes away like a cloud.
16 And now my soul is poured out within me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
17 My bones are pierced in me during the night; and my sinews have no rest.
18 By the great force of my disease is my garment changed; it binds me about as the collar of my coat.
19 He has cast me into the mire, and I have become like dust and ashes.
20 I cry to you, and you do not hear me. I stand up, and you do not regard me.
21 You have become cruel to me; with your strong hand you oppose me.
22 You lift me up to the wind; you cause me to ride upon it, and dissolve my substance.
23 For I know that you will bring me to death, and to the house appointed for all living.
24 However, he will not stretch out his hand to the ruins, if they cry in his destruction.
25 Did not I weep for him who was in trouble? Was not my soul grieved for the poor?
26 When I looked for good, then evil came to me; when I waited for light, there came darkness.
27 My heart churned, and found no rest; the days of affliction prevented me.
28 I went about blackened but not from the sun's rays; I stand up, and I cry in the congregation.
29 I am a brother to dragons, and a companion to ostriches [which scream loudly].
30 My skin falls in black patches from me, and my bones are burned with heat.
31 My harp also is turned to mourning, and my pipe into the flute of those who weep."
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