< Job 30 >

1 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 rien de mí, cuyos padres yo desdeñara de ponerlos con los perros de mi ganado,
2 Of what use is the strength of their hands to me? all force is gone from them.
Porque ¿para qué había yo menester la fuerza de sus manos, en los cuales pereció el tiempo?
3 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 de la hambre solos: que huían a la soledad, al lugar tenebroso, asolado y desierto.
4 They are pulling off the salt leaves from the brushwood, and making a meal of roots.
Que cogían malvas entre los árboles, y raíces de enebros para calentarse.
5 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 a ladrón.
6 They have to get a resting-place in the hollows of the valleys, in holes of the earth and rocks.
Que habitaban en las barrancas de los arroyos, en las cavernas de la tierra, y en las piedras.
7 They make noises like asses among the brushwood; they get together under the thorns.
Que bramaban entre las matas, y se congregaban debajo de las espinas.
8 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: mas bajos que la misma tierra.
9 And now I have become their song, and I am a word of shame to them.
Y ahora yo soy su canción, y soy hecho a ellos refrán.
10 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.
11 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; y quitaron el freno delante de mi rostro.
12 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 muchachos; rempujaron mis pies, y pisaron sobre mí las sendas de su contrición.
13 They have made waste my roads, with a view to my destruction; his bowmen come round about me;
Mi senda derribaron: aprovecháronse de mi quebrantamiento; contra los cuales no hubo ayudador.
14 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 por mi calamidad.
15 Fears have come on me; my hope is gone like the wind, and my well-being like a cloud.
Turbaciones se convirtieron sobre mí: combatieron como un viento mi voluntad, y mi salud como nube que pasa.
16 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 comprendido.
17 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.
18 With great force he takes a grip of my clothing, pulling me by the neck of my coat.
Con la grandeza de la fuerza del dolor mi vestidura es mudada; cíñeme como el collar de mi ropa.
19 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 a la ceniza.
20 You give no answer to my cry, and take no note of my prayer.
Clamo a ti, y no me oyes: me presento, y no me echas de ver.
21 You have become cruel to me; the strength of your hand is hard on me.
Háste tornado cruel para mí: con la fortaleza de tu mano me amenazas.
22 Lifting me up, you make me go on the wings of the wind; I am broken up by the storm.
Levantásteme, e hicísteme cabalgar sobre el viento, y derretiste en mí el ser.
23 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 tornas a la muerte, y a la casa determinada a todo viviente.
24 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?
25 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?
26 For I was looking for good, and evil came; I was waiting for light, and it became dark.
Cuando esperaba el bien, entonces me vino el mal; y cuando esperaba la luz, vino la oscuridad.
27 My feelings are strongly moved, and give me no rest; days of trouble have overtaken me.
Mis entrañas hierven, y no reposan: previniéronme días de aflicción.
28 I go about in dark clothing, uncomforted; I get up in the public place, crying out for help.
Denegrido anduve, y no por el sol: levantéme en la congregación, y clamé.
29 I have become a brother to the jackals, and go about in the company of ostriches.
Hermano fui de los dragones, y compañero de las hijas del avestruz.
30 My skin is black and dropping off me; and my bones are burning with the heat of my disease.
Mi cuero está denegrido sobre mí, y mis huesos se secaron con sequedad.
31 And my music has been turned to sorrow, and the sound of my pipe into the noise of weeping.
Y mi arpa se tornó en luto, y mi órgano en voz de lamentantes.

< Job 30 >