Job 30
1 But now they that are younger than I have me in derision, whose fathers I disdained to set with the dogs of my flock.
But now they that are younger than I hold me in derision, Whose fathers I would have disdained to set with the dogs of my flock.
2 Yea, the strength of their hands, whereto should it profit me? men in whom ripe age is perished.
Of what use to me would be even the strength of their hands, To whom old age is lost?
3 They are gaunt with want and famine; they gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of wasteness and desolation.
By want and hunger they are famished; They gnaw the dry desert, The darkness of desolate wastes.
4 They pluck salt-wort with wormwood; and the roots of the broom are their food.
They gather purslain among the bushes, And the root of the broom is their bread.
5 They are driven forth from the midst of men; they cry after them as after a thief.
They are driven from the society of men; There is a cry after them as after a thief.
6 In the clefts of the valleys must they dwell, in holes of the earth and of the rocks.
They dwell in gloomy valleys, In caves of the earth and in rocks.
7 Among the bushes they bray; under the nettles they are gathered together.
They bray among the bushes; Under the brambles are they stretched out.
8 They are children of churls, yea, children of ignoble men; they were scourged out of the land.
An impious and low-born race, They are beaten out of the land.
9 And now I am become their song, yea, I am a byword unto them.
And now I am become their song; Yea, I am their by-word!
10 They abhor me, they flee far from me, and spare not to spit in my face.
They abhor me, they stand aloof from me; They forbear not to spit before my face.
11 For He hath loosed my cord, and afflicted me, and they have cast off the bridle before me.
Yea, they let loose the reins, and humble me; They cast off the bridle before me.
12 Upon my right hand rise the brood; they entangle my feet, and they cast up against me their ways of destruction.
On my right hand riseth up the brood; They thrust away my feet; They cast up against me their destructive ways.
13 They break up my path, they further my calamity, even men that have no helper.
They break up my path; They hasten my fall, —They who have no helper!
14 As through a wide breach they come; in the midst of the ruin they roll themselves upon me.
They come upon me as through a wide breach; Through the ruins they rush in upon me.
15 Terrors are turned upon me, they chase mine honour as the wind; and my welfare is passed away as a cloud.
Terrors are turned against me; They pursue my prosperity like the wind, And my welfare passeth away like a cloud.
16 And now my soul is poured out within me; days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
And now my soul poureth itself out upon me; Days of affliction have taken hold of me.
17 In the night my bones are pierced, and fall from me, and my sinews take no rest.
By night my bones are pierced; they are torn from me, And my gnawers take no rest.
18 By the great force of my disease is my garment disfigured; it bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.
Through the violence of my disease is my garment changed; It bindeth me about like the collar of my tunic.
19 He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.
He hath cast me into the mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.
20 I cry unto Thee, and Thou dost not answer me; I stand up, and Thou lookest at me.
I call upon Thee, but thou dost not hear me; I stand up before thee, but thou regardest me not.
21 Thou art turned to be cruel to me; with the might of Thy hand Thou hatest me.
Thou art become cruel to me; With thy strong hand dost thou lie in wait for me.
22 Thou liftest me up to the wind, Thou causest me to ride upon it; and Thou dissolvest my substance.
Thou liftest me up, and causest me to ride upon the wind; Thou meltest me away in the storm.
23 For I know that Thou wilt bring me to death, and to the house appointed for all living.
I know that thou wilt bring me to death, To the place of assembly for all the living.
24 Surely none shall put forth his hand to a ruinous heap, neither because of these things shall help come in one's calamity,
When He stretcheth out his hand, prayer availeth nothing; When He bringeth destruction, vain is the cry for help.
25 If I have not wept for him that was in trouble, and if my soul grieved not for the needy.
Did not I weep for him that was in trouble? Was not my soul grieved for the poor?
26 Yet, when I looked for good, there came evil; and when I waited for light, there came darkness.
But when I looked for good, then evil came; When I looked for light, then came darkness.
27 Mine inwards boil, and rest not; days of affliction are come upon me.
My bowels boil, and have no rest; Days of anguish have come upon me.
28 I go mourning without the sun; I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.
I am black, but not by the sun; I stand up, and utter my cries in the congregation.
29 I am become a brother to jackals, and a companion to ostriches.
I am become a brother to jackals, And a companion to ostriches.
30 My skin is black, and falleth from me, and my bones are burned with heat.
My skin is black, and falleth from me, And my bones burn with heat.
31 Therefore is my harp turned to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of them that weep.
My harp also is turned to mourning, And my pipe to notes of grief.
