Job 30
1 But now those who are younger than I have me in derision, whose fathers I disdained to set with the dogs of my flock.
And now, laughed at me, Have the younger in days than I, Whose fathers I have loathed to set With the dogs of my flock.
2 Yea, the strength of their hands, to what should it profit me? Men in whom ripe age is perished.
Also — the power of their hands, why [is it] to me? On them hath old age perished.
3 They are gaunt with want and famine. They gnaw the dry ground in the gloom of waste and desolation.
With want and with famine gloomy, Those fleeing to a dry place, Formerly a desolation and waste,
4 They pluck mallows by the bushes, and the roots of the juniper are their food.
Those cropping mallows near a shrub, And broom-roots [is] their food.
5 They are driven forth from the midst of men. They cry out after them as after a thief,
From the midst they are cast out, (They shout against them as a thief),
6 so that they dwell in frightful valleys, in holes of the earth and of the rocks.
In a frightful place of valleys to dwell, Holes of earth and clefts.
7 Among the bushes they bray, under the nettles they are gathered together.
Among shrubs they do groan, Under nettles they are gathered together.
8 They are sons of fools, yea, sons of base men. They were scourged out of the land.
Sons of folly — even sons without name, They have been smitten from the land.
9 And now I have become their song, Yea, I am a byword to them.
And now, their song I have been, And I am to them for a byword.
10 They abhor me. They stand aloof from me, and do not spare to spit in my face.
They have abominated me, They have kept far from me, And from before me have not spared to spit.
11 For he has loosed his cord, and afflicted me. And they have cast off the bridle before me.
Because His cord He loosed and afflicteth me, And the bridle from before me, They have cast away.
12 Upon my right hand rise the rabble. They thrust aside my feet, and they cast up against me their ways of destruction.
On the right hand doth a brood arise, My feet they have cast away, And they raise up against me, Their paths of calamity.
13 They mar my path. They set forward my calamity, even men who have no helper.
They have broken down my path, By my calamity they profit, 'He hath no helper.'
14 As through a wide breach they come. In the midst of the ruin they roll themselves upon me.
As a wide breach they come, Under the desolation have rolled themselves.
15 Terrors are turned upon me. They chase my honor as the wind, and my welfare is passed away as a cloud.
He hath turned against me terrors, It pursueth as the wind mine abundance, And as a thick cloud, Hath my safety passed away.
16 And now my soul is poured out within me. Days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
And now, in me my soul poureth itself out, Seize me do days of affliction.
17 In the night season my bones are pierced in me, and the pains that gnaw me take no rest.
At night my bone hath been pierced in me, And mine eyelids do not lie down.
18 By the great force my garment is disfigured. It binds me about as the collar of my coat.
By the abundance of power, Is my clothing changed, As the mouth of my coat it doth gird me.
19 He has cast me into the mire, and I have become like dust and ashes.
Casting me into mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.
20 I cry to thee, and thou do not answer me. I stand up, and thou gaze at me.
I cry unto Thee, And Thou dost not answer me, I have stood, and Thou dost consider me.
21 Thou have turned to be cruel to me. With the might of thy hand thou persecute me.
Thou art turned to be fierce to me, With the strength of Thy hand, Thou oppressest me.
22 Thou lift me up to the wind. Thou cause me to ride upon it, and thou disintegrate me in the storm.
Thou dost lift me up, On the wind Thou dost cause me to ride, And Thou meltest — Thou levellest me.
23 For I know that thou will bring me to death, and to the house appointed for all living.
For I have known To death Thou dost bring me back, And [to] the house appointed for all living.
24 However does not a man stretch out the hand in his fall? Or in his calamity therefore cry for help?
Surely not against the heap Doth He send forth the hand, Though in its ruin they have safety.
25 Did I not weep for him who was in trouble? Was not my soul grieved for the needy?
Did not I weep for him whose day is hard? Grieved hath my soul for the needy.
26 When I looked for good, then evil came. And when I waited for light, there came darkness.
When good I expected, then cometh evil, And I wait for light, and darkness cometh.
27 My heart is troubled, and does not rest. Days of affliction have come upon me.
My bowels have boiled, and have not ceased, Gone before me have days of affliction.
28 I go mourning without the sun. I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.
Mourning I have gone without the sun, I have risen, in an assembly I cry.
29 I am a brother to jackals, and a companion to ostriches.
A brother I have been to dragons, And a companion to daughters of the ostrich.
30 My skin is black, and falls from me. And my bones are burned with heat.
My skin hath been black upon me, And my bone hath burned from heat,
31 Therefore my harp has turned to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of those who weep.
And my harp doth become mourning, And my organ the sound of weeping.
