Job 30 — BSB
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Job’s Honor Turned to Contempt
30Verse 1“But now they mock me,men younger than I am,whose fathers I would have refusedto put with my sheep dogs.Verse 2What use to me was the strength of their hands,since their vigor had left them?Verse 3Gaunt from poverty and hunger,they gnawed the dry land,and the desolate wasteland by night.Verse 4They plucked mallow among the shrubs,and the roots of the broom tree were their food.+Verse 5They were banished from among men,shouted at like thieves,Verse 6so that they lived on the slopes of the wadis,among the rocks and in holes in the ground.Verse 7They cried out among the shrubsand huddled beneath the nettles.Verse 8A senseless and nameless brood,they were driven off the land.Verse 9And now they mock me in song;I have become a byword among them.Verse 10They abhor me and keep far from me;they do not hesitate to spit in my face.Verse 11Because God has unstrung my bow and afflicted me,they have cast off restraint+in my presence.Verse 12The rabble arises at my right;they lay snares for my feet
and build siege ramps against me.Verse 13They tear up my path;they profit from my destruction,
with no one to restrain them.+Verse 14They advance as through a wide breach;through the ruins they keep rolling in.
Job’s Prosperity Becomes Calamity
Verse 15Terrors are turned loose against me;they drive away my dignity as by the wind,and my prosperity has passed like a cloud.Verse 16And now my soul is poured out within me;days of affliction grip me.Verse 17Night pierces my bones,and my gnawing pains never rest.Verse 18With great force He grasps my garment;+He seizes me by the collar of my tunic.Verse 19He throws me into the mud,and I have become like dust and ashes.Verse 20I cry out to You for help, but You do not answer;when I stand up, You merely look at me.Verse 21You have ruthlessly turned on me;You oppose me with Your strong hand.Verse 22You snatch me up into the windand drive me before it;
You toss me about+in the storm.Verse 23Yes, I know that You will bring me down to death,to the place appointed for all the living.Verse 24Yet no one stretches out his hand against a ruined manwhen he cries for help in his distress.Verse 25Have I not wept for those in trouble?Has my soul not grieved for the needy?Verse 26But when I hoped for good, evil came;when I looked for light, darkness fell.Verse 27I am churning within and cannot rest;days of affliction confront me.Verse 28I go about blackened, but not by the sun.I stand up in the assembly and cry for help.Verse 29I have become a brother of jackals,+a companion of ostriches.+Verse 30My skin grows black and peels,and my bones burn with fever.Verse 31My harp is tuned to mourningand my flute to the sound of weeping.