Job 30
1 But now people much younger than me laugh at me; people whose fathers I would not put to work with my sheepdogs.
And now - they have laughed on me [people] young more than me to days whom I rejected fathers their to put with [the] dogs of flock my.
2 They are too weak to be any use to me; they're all worn-out.
Also [the] strength of hands their why? to me on them it had perished vigor.
3 Thin through hunger and want, they try to eat the dry ground in the dark, desolate wilderness.
In poverty and in hunger barren the [ones who] gnaw a dry region yesterday of ruin and desolation.
4 There they pick desert herbs and the leaves of bushes, and eat the roots of broom trees.
Those [who] pluck off mallow on bush[es] and [the] root of broom plants [for] food their.
5 They were driven out of the community.
From [the] community they are driven away people shout on them like thief.
6 People shouted after them as if they were thieves. They have to live in dangerous ravines, in caves and among the rocks.
On [the] slope of wadis to dwell holes of [the] ground and rocks.
7 They shout out like animals among the bushes; they huddle together in the weeds for shelter.
Between bushes they bray under nettle[s] they are joined together.
8 They are foolish, nameless people that have been driven from the land.
Sons of a fool also sons of not a name they have been scourged from the land.
9 Yet now they mock me in their songs; I have become a joke to them!
And now taunt song their I have become and I have become for them a word.
10 They despise and shun me; they don't hesitate to spit in my face.
They abhor me they are distant from me and from face my not they have withheld spittle.
11 God has made my bowstring loose and humbled me.
For (string my *Q(K)*) he has loosened and he has afflicted me and [the] halter from before me they have sent away.
12 The rabble rise up against me, they send me running; like a city under siege they devise ways to destroy me.
On [the] right [side] a brood they arise feet my they have sent away and they have piled up on me [the] paths of disaster their.
13 They cut off my way of escape; they bring about my downfall and do this without anyone's help.
They have torn down pathway my to destruction my they benefit not a helper [belongs] to them.
14 They come in through a wide breach; they rush in as the wall comes tumbling down.
Like a breach wide they come under devastation they have rolled themselves.
15 Terrors overcome me; my honor is blown away by the wind; my salvation vanishes like a cloud.
It has been turned on me sudden terror it pursues like the wind dignity my and like a cloud it has passed away prosperity my.
16 And now my life is ebbing away; every day despair grips me.
And now on me it pours itself out life my they seize me days of affliction.
17 At night my bones are in agony; the pain gnaws at me and never stops.
Night bones my he has pierced from on me and gnawing [pains] my not they rest!
18 God grabs me roughly by my clothes; he pulls me by the collar of my shirt.
With greatness of strength it disguises itself clothing my like [the] mouth of tunic my he girds about me.
19 He has thrown me in the mud; he has humbled me like dust and ashes.
He has thrown me to the mud and I have become like like dust and ash[es].
20 God, I cry to you but you don't answer; I stand before you, but you don't even notice me.
I cry for help to you and not you answer me I have stood and you have considered carefully me.
21 You have turned cruel to me; you use your power to make me suffer.
You change yourself into [one] cruel to me with [the] might of hand your you are hostile to me.
22 You pick me up and blow me along in the wind; tossing me about in the whirlwind.
You lift up me to [the] wind you make ride me and you dissolve me (success. *Q(K)*)
23 I know you're taking me to my death, to the place where all the living go.
For I know death you will bring me and a house of appointed meeting for every living [thing].
24 Who would want to kick a man when he is down, when they cry for help in their time of trouble?
Surely not on a heap of ruins anyone stretches out a hand or in disaster his to them a cry for help.
25 Didn't I weep for those having hard times? Didn't I grieve at what the poor suffered?
Not did I weep for [the] hard of day was it grieved? self my for the needy [person].
26 But when I looked for good, only evil came, and when I waited for the light, all that came was darkness.
If good I waited for and it came evil and I waited for light and it came darkness.
27 Inside I am in turmoil, it never stops; I face days of despair.
Inward parts my they have been made to boil and not they have been still they have confronted me days of affliction.
28 I am so depressed; seeing the sun doesn't help. I stand up in the assembly and cry for help.
Being dark I have gone about with not sun I have stood in the assembly I cry out for help.
29 I am like a brother to the jackals, a companion to owls.
A brother I have become of jackals and a companion of daughters of an ostrich.
30 My skin turns black on me; and my bones burn within me.
Skin my it has become black from on me and bone my it has burned from heat.
31 My lyre only plays sad songs, and my pipe is the voice of those who weep.
And it has become mourning harp my and flute my [the] sound of weepers.
