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 who are of fewer days than I, have poured derision upon me; whose fathers I refused—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.
Even the strength of their hands, wherefore was it mine? Upon them, vigour was lost;
3 They are gaunt with want and famine; they gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of wasteness and desolation.
In want and hunger, they were lean, —who used to gnaw the dry ground, a dark night of desolation!
4 They pluck salt-wort with wormwood; and the roots of the broom are their food.
Who used to pluck off the mallow by the bushes, with the root of the broom for their food;
5 They are driven forth from the midst of men; they cry after them as after a thief.
Out of the midst, were they driven, men shouted 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.
In the fissures, of the ravines had they to dwell, in holes of dust and crags;
7 Among the bushes they bray; under the nettles they are gathered together.
Among the bushes, used they to shriek, Under the bramble, were they huddled together:
8 They are children of churls, yea, children of ignoble men; they were scourged out of the land.
Sons of the base, yea sons of the nameless, they were scourged out of the land.
9 And now I am become their song, yea, I am a byword unto them.
But, now, their song, have I become, Yea I serve them for a byword;
10 They abhor me, they flee far from me, and spare not to spit in my face.
They abhor me—have put themselves far from me, and, from my face, have not withheld—spittle!
11 For He hath loosed my cord, and afflicted me, and they have cast off the bridle before me.
Because, my girdle, he had loosened and had humbled me, therefore, the bridle—in my presence, cast they off;
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, the young brood rose up, —My feet, they thrust aside, and cast up against me their earthworks of destruction;
13 They break up my path, they further my calamity, even men that have no helper.
They brake up my path, —My engulfing ruin, they helped forward, unaided;
14 As through a wide breach they come; in the midst of the ruin they roll themselves upon me.
As through a wide breach, came they on, with a crashing noise, they rolled themselves along.
15 Terrors are turned upon me, they chase mine honour as the wind; and my welfare is passed away as a cloud.
There are turned upon me terrors, —Chased away as with a wind, is mine abundance, and, as a cloud, hath passed away my prosperity.
16 And now my soul is poured out within me; days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
Now, therefore, over myself, my soul poureth itself out, There seize me days of affliction:
17 In the night my bones are pierced, and fall from me, and my sinews take no rest.
Night, boreth, my bones, all over me, —and, my sinews, find no rest;
18 By the great force of my disease is my garment disfigured; it bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.
Most effectually, is my skin disfigured, —Like the collar of my tunic, it girdeth me about:
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 have 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 cry out for help unto thee, and thou dost not answer, I stand still, and thou dost gaze at me;
21 Thou art turned to be cruel to me; with the might of Thy hand Thou hatest me.
Thou art turned to become a cruel one unto me, With the might of thy hand, thou assailest me;
22 Thou liftest me up to the wind, Thou causest me to ride upon it; and Thou dissolvest my substance.
Thou liftest up me to the wind, thou carriest me away, and the storm maketh me faint;
23 For I know that Thou wilt bring me to death, and to the house appointed for all living.
For I know that, unto death, thou wilt bring me back, even unto the house of meeting for every one 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,
Only, against a heap of ruins, will one not thrust a hand! Surely, when one is in calamity—for that very reason, is there an outcry for help.
25 If I have not wept for him that was in trouble, and if my soul grieved not for the needy.
Verily I wept, for him whose lot was hard, Grieved was my soul, for the needy.
26 Yet, when I looked for good, there came evil; and when I waited for light, there came darkness.
Surely, for good, I looked, but there came in evil, And I waited for light, but there came in darkness;
27 Mine inwards boil, and rest not; days of affliction are come upon me.
I boiled within me, and rested not, There confronted me—days of affliction;
28 I go mourning without the sun; I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.
In gloom, I walked along, without sun, I arose—in the convocation, I cried out for help;
29 I am become a brother to jackals, and a companion to ostriches.
A brother, became I to the brutes that howl, and a companion to the birds that screech:
30 My skin is black, and falleth from me, and my bones are burned with heat.
My skin, turned black, and peeled off me, and, my bones, burned with heat:
31 Therefore is my harp turned to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of them that weep.
Thus is attuned to mourning—my lyre, and my flute, to the noise of them who weep.
