Job 30
1 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.
But now they that are younger than I have me in derision, whose fathers I disdained to set with the dogs of my flock.
2 Also — the power of their hands, why [is it] to me? On them hath old age perished.
Yea, the strength of their hands, whereto should it profit me? men in whom ripe age is perished.
3 With want and with famine gloomy, Those fleeing to a dry place, Formerly a desolation and waste,
They are gaunt with want and famine; they gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of wasteness and desolation.
4 Those cropping mallows near a shrub, And broom-roots [is] their food.
They pluck salt-wort with wormwood; and the roots of the broom are their food.
5 From the midst they are cast out, (They shout against them as a thief),
They are driven forth from the midst of men; they cry after them as after a thief.
6 In a frightful place of valleys to dwell, Holes of earth and clefts.
In the clefts of the valleys must they dwell, in holes of the earth and of the rocks.
7 Among shrubs they do groan, Under nettles they are gathered together.
Among the bushes they bray; under the nettles they are gathered together.
8 Sons of folly — even sons without name, They have been smitten from the land.
They are children of churls, yea, children of ignoble men; they were scourged out of the land.
9 And now, their song I have been, And I am to them for a byword.
And now I am become their song, yea, I am a byword unto them.
10 They have abominated me, They have kept far from me, And from before me have not spared to spit.
They abhor me, they flee far from me, and spare not to spit in my face.
11 Because His cord He loosed and afflicteth me, And the bridle from before me, They have cast away.
For He hath loosed my cord, and afflicted me, and they have cast off the bridle before me.
12 On the right hand doth a brood arise, My feet they have cast away, And they raise up against me, Their paths of calamity.
Upon my right hand rise the brood; they entangle my feet, and they cast up against me their ways of destruction.
13 They have broken down my path, By my calamity they profit, 'He hath no helper.'
They break up my path, they further my calamity, even men that have no helper.
14 As a wide breach they come, Under the desolation have rolled themselves.
As through a wide breach they come; in the midst of the ruin they roll themselves upon me.
15 He hath turned against me terrors, It pursueth as the wind mine abundance, And as a thick cloud, Hath my safety passed away.
Terrors are turned upon me, they chase mine honour as the wind; and my welfare is passed away as a cloud.
16 And now, in me my soul poureth itself out, Seize me do days of affliction.
And now my soul is poured out within me; days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
17 At night my bone hath been pierced in me, And mine eyelids do not lie down.
In the night my bones are pierced, and fall from me, and my sinews take no rest.
18 By the abundance of power, Is my clothing changed, As the mouth of my coat it doth gird me.
By the great force of my disease is my garment disfigured; it bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.
19 Casting me into 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 have stood, and Thou dost consider me.
I cry unto Thee, and Thou dost not answer me; I stand up, and Thou lookest at me.
21 Thou art turned to be fierce to me, With the strength of Thy hand, Thou oppressest me.
Thou art turned to be cruel to me; with the might of Thy hand Thou hatest me.
22 Thou dost lift me up, On the wind Thou dost cause me to ride, And Thou meltest — Thou levellest me.
Thou liftest me up to the wind, Thou causest me to ride upon it; and Thou dissolvest my substance.
23 For I have known To death Thou dost bring me back, And [to] the house appointed for all living.
For I know that Thou wilt bring me to death, and to the house appointed for all living.
24 Surely not against the heap Doth He send forth the hand, Though in its ruin they have safety.
Surely none shall put forth his hand to a ruinous heap, neither because of these things shall help come in one's calamity,
25 Did not I weep for him whose day is hard? Grieved hath my soul for the needy.
If I have not wept for him that was in trouble, and if my soul grieved not for the needy.
26 When good I expected, then cometh evil, And I wait for light, and darkness cometh.
Yet, when I looked for good, there came evil; and when I waited for light, there came darkness.
27 My bowels have boiled, and have not ceased, Gone before me have days of affliction.
Mine inwards boil, and rest not; days of affliction are come upon me.
28 Mourning I have gone without the sun, I have risen, in an assembly I cry.
I go mourning without the sun; I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.
29 A brother I have been to dragons, And a companion to daughters of the ostrich.
I am become a brother to jackals, and a companion to ostriches.
30 My skin hath been black upon me, And my bone hath burned from heat,
My skin is black, and falleth from me, and my bones are burned with heat.
31 And my harp doth become mourning, And my organ the sound of weeping.
Therefore is my harp turned to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of them that weep.
