Job 30 — WEBC
30Verse 1“But now those who are younger than I have me in derision,whose fathers I considered unworthy to put with my sheep dogs.Verse 2Of what use is the strength of their hands to me,men in whom ripe age has perished?Verse 3They are gaunt from lack and famine.They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of waste and desolation.Verse 4They pluck salt herbs by the bushes.The roots of the broom tree are their food.Verse 5They are driven out from among men.They cry after them as after a thief,Verse 6so that they live in frightful valleys,and in holes of the earth and of the rocks.Verse 7They bray among the bushes.They are gathered together under the nettles.Verse 8They are children of fools, yes, children of wicked men.They were flogged out of the land.Verse 9“Now I have become their song.Yes, I am a byword to them.Verse 10They abhor me, they stand aloof from me,and don’t hesitate to spit in my face.Verse 11For he has untied his cord, and afflicted me;and they have thrown off restraint before me.Verse 12On my right hand rise the rabble.They thrust aside my feet.
They cast their ways of destruction up against me.Verse 13They mar my path.They promote my destruction
without anyone’s help.Verse 14As through a wide breach they come.They roll themselves in amid the ruin.Verse 15Terrors have turned on me.They chase my honor as the wind.
My welfare has passed away as a cloud.Verse 16“Now my soul is poured out within me.Days of affliction have taken hold of me.Verse 17In the night season my bones are pierced in me,and the pains that gnaw me take no rest.Verse 18My garment is disfigured by great force.It binds me about as the collar of my tunic.Verse 19He has cast me into the mire.I have become like dust and ashes.Verse 20I cry to you, and you do not answer me.I stand up, and you gaze at me.Verse 21You have turned to be cruel to me.With the might of your hand you persecute me.Verse 22You lift me up to the wind, and drive me with it.You dissolve me in the storm.Verse 23For I know that you will bring me to death,to the house appointed for all living.Verse 24“However doesn’t one stretch out a hand in his fall?Or in his calamity therefore cry for help?Verse 25Didn’t I weep for him who was in trouble?Wasn’t my soul grieved for the needy?Verse 26When I looked for good, then evil came.When I waited for light, darkness came.Verse 27My heart is troubled, and doesn’t rest.Days of affliction have come on me.Verse 28I go mourning without the sun.I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.Verse 29I am a brother to jackals,and a companion to ostriches.Verse 30My skin grows black and peels from me.My bones are burned with heat.Verse 31Therefore my harp has turned to mourning,and my pipe into the voice of those who weep.
They cast their ways of destruction up against me.Verse 13They mar my path.They promote my destruction
without anyone’s help.Verse 14As through a wide breach they come.They roll themselves in amid the ruin.Verse 15Terrors have turned on me.They chase my honor as the wind.
My welfare has passed away as a cloud.Verse 16“Now my soul is poured out within me.Days of affliction have taken hold of me.Verse 17In the night season my bones are pierced in me,and the pains that gnaw me take no rest.Verse 18My garment is disfigured by great force.It binds me about as the collar of my tunic.Verse 19He has cast me into the mire.I have become like dust and ashes.Verse 20I cry to you, and you do not answer me.I stand up, and you gaze at me.Verse 21You have turned to be cruel to me.With the might of your hand you persecute me.Verse 22You lift me up to the wind, and drive me with it.You dissolve me in the storm.Verse 23For I know that you will bring me to death,to the house appointed for all living.Verse 24“However doesn’t one stretch out a hand in his fall?Or in his calamity therefore cry for help?Verse 25Didn’t I weep for him who was in trouble?Wasn’t my soul grieved for the needy?Verse 26When I looked for good, then evil came.When I waited for light, darkness came.Verse 27My heart is troubled, and doesn’t rest.Days of affliction have come on me.Verse 28I go mourning without the sun.I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.Verse 29I am a brother to jackals,and a companion to ostriches.Verse 30My skin grows black and peels from me.My bones are burned with heat.Verse 31Therefore my harp has turned to mourning,and my pipe into the voice of those who weep.