Job 30 — ILT
30Verse 1But now they who are younger than I in years laugh at me, whose fathers I scorned to put as equals with the dogs of my flocks.Verse 2Yea, what possible use can the strength of their hands be unto me, over whom old age hath passed fruitlessly?Verse 3Who suffer for want and famine in solitude; who flee into the wilderness [where all is] darkness, ruin, and desolation;Verse 4Who crop off mallows by the bushes, and have broom-bush roots as their bread;Verse 5Who are driven forth from among [men], who are shouted after as though they were thieves,Verse 6To dwell in the caverns of the valleys, in holes of the earth, and on naked cliffs.Verse 7Among the bushes they shriek; under briers they are huddled together,Verse 8The children of the worthless, yea, the children of the nameless, who were outcasts from the land.Verse 9But now I am become their song, and I am become a byword unto them.Verse 10They loathe me, they keep themselves far from me, and from my face they withhold not their spittle.Verse 11Because he hath loosened the cord of my bow, and afflicted me, they have also cast off the bridle before me.Verse 12Against my right hand rise up this swarm of worthless youths: they push away my feet, and they level against me their calamity-bringing paths.Verse 13They destroy my footpath, they help forward my downfall, without any one to aid them.Verse 14As [through] a broad breach they come: amidst a loud noise they rolled themselves along.Verse 15Terrors have turned their face against me; they chase like the wind my glory: and like a cloud is my happiness passed away.Verse 16And now my soul is poured out over me; the days of affliction have seized on me;Verse 17All night it holloweth out my bones out of my body; and my pursuers take no rest.Verse 18Through the Almlghty's power is my garment made unknown: like the opening of my coat hath he enclosed me.Verse 19He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.Verse 20I cry aloud unto thee, but thou answerest me not: I stand up, and thou fixest thy regard against me.Verse 21Thou art changed into a cruel master toward me: with the strength of thy hand thou assailest me.Verse 22Thou liftest me up to the wind; thou causest me to pass away, and dissolvest in me all wise counsel.Verse 23For I know that thou wilt bring me back to death, and to the house of assembly for all the living.Verse 24But doth not a man stretch out his hand among ruins? or doth one not cry out therefrom [for help] when he meeteth his downfall?Verse 25Did I not weep for him that was hard pressed by misfortune? was not my soul grieved for the needy?Verse 26That I hoped for good, but there came evil; and I waited for light, and there came darkness!Verse 27My bowels heave, and rest not: the days of affliction have overcome me.Verse 28I walk about mournfully without sunlight: when I rise up, in the assembly, I cry with pain.Verse 29I am a brother to [howling] monsters, and a companion to ostriches.Verse 30My skin hangeth down black from me, and my bones are burnt from heat.Verse 31And thus is changed to mourning my harp, and my pipe to the sound of weeping.