Job 30
1 “But now those who are younger than I have me in derision, whose fathers I considered unworthy to put with my sheep dogs.
νυνὶ δὲ κατεγέλασάν μου ἐλάχιστοι νῦν νουθετοῦσίν με ἐν μέρει ὧν ἐξουδένουν πατέρας αὐτῶν οὓς οὐχ ἡγησάμην εἶναι ἀξίους κυνῶν τῶν ἐμῶν νομάδων
2 Of what use is the strength of their hands to me, men in whom ripe age has perished?
καί γε ἰσχὺς χειρῶν αὐτῶν ἵνα τί μοι ἐπ’ αὐτοὺς ἀπώλετο συντέλεια
3 They are gaunt from lack and famine. They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of waste and desolation.
ἐν ἐνδείᾳ καὶ λιμῷ ἄγονος οἱ φεύγοντες ἄνυδρον ἐχθὲς συνοχὴν καὶ ταλαιπωρίαν
4 They pluck salt herbs by the bushes. The roots of the broom tree are their food.
οἱ περικλῶντες ἅλιμα ἐπὶ ἠχοῦντι οἵτινες ἅλιμα ἦν αὐτῶν τὰ σῖτα ἄτιμοι δὲ καὶ πεφαυλισμένοι ἐνδεεῖς παντὸς ἀγαθοῦ οἳ καὶ ῥίζας ξύλων ἐμασῶντο ὑπὸ λιμοῦ μεγάλου
5 They are driven out from among men. They cry after them as after a thief,
ἐπανέστησάν μοι κλέπται
6 so that they live in frightful valleys, and in holes of the earth and of the rocks.
ὧν οἱ οἶκοι αὐτῶν ἦσαν τρῶγλαι πετρῶν
7 They bray among the bushes. They are gathered together under the nettles.
ἀνὰ μέσον εὐήχων βοήσονται οἳ ὑπὸ φρύγανα ἄγρια διῃτῶντο
8 They are children of fools, yes, children of wicked men. They were flogged out of the land.
ἀφρόνων υἱοὶ καὶ ἀτίμων ὄνομα καὶ κλέος ἐσβεσμένον ἀπὸ γῆς
9 “Now I have become their song. Yes, I am a byword to them.
νυνὶ δὲ κιθάρα ἐγώ εἰμι αὐτῶν καὶ ἐμὲ θρύλημα ἔχουσιν
10 They abhor me, they stand aloof from me, and do not hesitate to spit in my face.
ἐβδελύξαντο δέ με ἀποστάντες μακράν ἀπὸ δὲ προσώπου μου οὐκ ἐφείσαντο πτύελον
11 For he has untied his cord, and afflicted me; and they have thrown off restraint before me.
ἀνοίξας γὰρ φαρέτραν αὐτοῦ ἐκάκωσέν με καὶ χαλινὸν τοῦ προσώπου μου ἐξαπέστειλαν
12 On my right hand rise the rabble. They thrust aside my feet. They cast their ways of destruction up against me.
ἐπὶ δεξιῶν βλαστοῦ ἐπανέστησαν πόδα αὐτῶν ἐξέτειναν καὶ ὡδοποίησαν ἐπ’ ἐμὲ τρίβους ἀπωλείας αὐτῶν
13 They mar my path. They promote my destruction without anyone’s help.
ἐξετρίβησαν τρίβοι μου ἐξέδυσεν γάρ μου τὴν στολήν
14 As through a wide breach they come. They roll themselves in amid the ruin.
βέλεσιν αὐτοῦ κατηκόντισέν με κέχρηταί μοι ὡς βούλεται ἐν ὀδύναις πέφυρμαι
15 Terrors have turned on me. They chase my honor as the wind. My welfare has passed away as a cloud.
ἐπιστρέφονται δέ μου αἱ ὀδύναι ᾤχετό μου ἡ ἐλπὶς ὥσπερ πνεῦμα καὶ ὥσπερ νέφος ἡ σωτηρία μου
16 “Now my soul is poured out within me. Days of affliction have taken hold of me.
καὶ νῦν ἐπ’ ἐμὲ ἐκχυθήσεται ἡ ψυχή μου ἔχουσιν δέ με ἡμέραι ὀδυνῶν
17 In the night season my bones are pierced in me, and the pains that gnaw me take no rest.
νυκτὶ δέ μου τὰ ὀστᾶ συγκέκαυται τὰ δὲ νεῦρά μου διαλέλυται
18 My garment is disfigured by great force. It binds me about as the collar of my tunic.
ἐν πολλῇ ἰσχύι ἐπελάβετό μου τῆς στολῆς ὥσπερ τὸ περιστόμιον τοῦ χιτῶνός μου περιέσχεν με
19 He has cast me into the mire. I have become like dust and ashes.
ἥγησαι δέ με ἴσα πηλῷ ἐν γῇ καὶ σποδῷ μου ἡ μερίς
20 I cry to you, and you do not answer me. I stand up, and you gaze at me.
κέκραγα δὲ πρὸς σὲ καὶ οὐκ εἰσακούεις μου ἔστησαν καὶ κατενόησάν με
21 You have turned to be cruel to me. With the might of your hand you persecute me.
ἐπέβης δέ μοι ἀνελεημόνως χειρὶ κραταιᾷ με ἐμαστίγωσας
22 You lift me up to the wind, and drive me with it. You dissolve me in the storm.
ἔταξας δέ με ἐν ὀδύναις καὶ ἀπέρριψάς με ἀπὸ σωτηρίας
23 For I know that you will bring me to death, to the house appointed for all living.
οἶδα γὰρ ὅτι θάνατός με ἐκτρίψει οἰκία γὰρ παντὶ θνητῷ γῆ
24 “However does not one stretch out a hand in his fall? Or in his calamity therefore cry for help?
εἰ γὰρ ὄφελον δυναίμην ἐμαυτὸν χειρώσασθαι ἢ δεηθείς γε ἑτέρου καὶ ποιήσει μοι τοῦτο
25 Did not I weep for him who was in trouble? Was not my soul grieved for the needy?
ἐγὼ δὲ ἐπὶ παντὶ ἀδυνάτῳ ἔκλαυσα ἐστέναξα δὲ ἰδὼν ἄνδρα ἐν ἀνάγκαις
26 When I looked for good, then evil came. When I waited for light, darkness came.
ἐγὼ δὲ ἐπέχων ἀγαθοῖς ἰδοὺ συνήντησάν μοι μᾶλλον ἡμέραι κακῶν
27 My heart is troubled, and does not rest. Days of affliction have come on me.
ἡ κοιλία μου ἐξέζεσεν καὶ οὐ σιωπήσεται προέφθασάν με ἡμέραι πτωχείας
28 I go mourning without the sun. I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.
στένων πεπόρευμαι ἄνευ φιμοῦ ἕστηκα δὲ ἐν ἐκκλησίᾳ κεκραγώς
29 I am a brother to jackals, and a companion to ostriches.
ἀδελφὸς γέγονα σειρήνων ἑταῖρος δὲ στρουθῶν
30 My skin grows black and peels from me. My bones are burned with heat.
τὸ δὲ δέρμα μου ἐσκότωται μεγάλως τὰ δὲ ὀστᾶ μου ἀπὸ καύματος
31 Therefore my harp has turned to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of those who weep.
ἀπέβη δὲ εἰς πάθος μου ἡ κιθάρα ὁ δὲ ψαλμός μου εἰς κλαυθμὸν ἐμοί
