Job 30 — BBE
30Verse 1But now those who are younger than I make sport of me; those whose fathers I would not have put with the dogs of my flocks.Verse 2Of what use is the strength of their hands to me? all force is gone from them.Verse 3They are wasted for need of food, biting the dry earth; their only hope of life is in the waste land.Verse 4They are pulling off the salt leaves from the brushwood, and making a meal of roots.Verse 5They are sent out from among their townsmen, men are crying after them as thievesVerse 6They have to get a resting-place in the hollows of the valleys, in holes of the earth and rocks.Verse 7They make noises like asses among the brushwood; they get together under the thorns.Verse 8They are sons of shame, and of men without a name, who have been forced out of the land.Verse 9And now I have become their song, and I am a word of shame to them.Verse 10I am disgusting to them; they keep away from me, and put marks of shame on me.Verse 11For he has made loose the cord of my bow, and put me to shame; he has sent down my flag to the earth before me.Verse 12The lines of his men of war put themselves in order, and make high their ways of destruction against me:Verse 13They have made waste my roads, with a view to my destruction; his bowmen come round about me;Verse 14As through a wide broken place in the wall they come on, I am overturned by the shock of their attack.Verse 15Fears have come on me; my hope is gone like the wind, and my well-being like a cloud.Verse 16But now my soul is turned to water in me, days of trouble overtake me:Verse 17The flesh is gone from my bones, and they give me no rest; there is no end to my pains.Verse 18With great force he takes a grip of my clothing, pulling me by the neck of my coat.Verse 19Truly God has made me low, even to the earth, and I have become like dust.Verse 20You give no answer to my cry, and take no note of my prayer.Verse 21You have become cruel to me; the strength of your hand is hard on me.Verse 22Lifting me up, you make me go on the wings of the wind; I am broken up by the storm.Verse 23For I am certain that you will send me back to death, and to the meeting-place ordered for all living.Verse 24Has not my hand been stretched out in help to the poor? have I not been a saviour to him in his trouble?Verse 25Have I not been weeping for the crushed? and was not my soul sad for him who was in need?Verse 26For I was looking for good, and evil came; I was waiting for light, and it became dark.Verse 27My feelings are strongly moved, and give me no rest; days of trouble have overtaken me.Verse 28I go about in dark clothing, uncomforted; I get up in the public place, crying out for help.Verse 29I have become a brother to the jackals, and go about in the company of ostriches.Verse 30My skin is black and dropping off me; and my bones are burning with the heat of my disease.Verse 31And my music has been turned to sorrow, and the sound of my pipe into the noise of weeping.