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.
Nunc autem derident me iuniores tempore, quorum non dignabar patres ponere cum canibus gregis mei:
2 Of what use is the strength of their hands to me, men in whom ripe age has perished?
Quorum virtus manuum mihi erat pro nihilo, et vita ipsa putabantur indigni.
3 They are gaunt from lack and famine. They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of waste and desolation.
Egestate et fame steriles, qui rodebant in solitudine, squallentes calamitate, et miseria.
4 They pluck salt herbs by the bushes. The roots of the broom tree are their food.
Et mandebant herbas, et arborum cortices, et radix iuniperorum erat cibus eorum.
5 They are driven out from among men. They cry after them as after a thief,
Qui de convallibus ista rapientes, cum singula reperissent, ad ea cum clamore currebant.
6 so that they live in frightful valleys, and in holes of the earth and of the rocks.
In desertis habitabant torrentium, et in cavernis terrae, vel super glaream.
7 They bray among the bushes. They are gathered together under the nettles.
Qui inter huiuscemodi laetabantur, et esse sub sentibus delicias computabant.
8 They are children of fools, yes, children of wicked men. They were flogged out of the land.
Filii stultorum et ignobilium, et in terra penitus non parentes.
9 “Now I have become their song. Yes, I am a byword to them.
Nunc in eorum canticum versus sum, et factus sum eis in proverbium.
10 They abhor me, they stand aloof from me, and don’t hesitate to spit in my face.
Abominantur me, et longe fugiunt a me, et faciem meam conspuere non verentur.
11 For he has untied his cord, and afflicted me; and they have thrown off restraint before me.
Pharetram enim suam aperuit, et afflixit me, et frenum posuit in os meum.
12 On my right hand rise the rabble. They thrust aside my feet. They cast their ways of destruction up against me.
Ad dexteram orientis calamitatis meae illico surrexerunt: pedes meos subverterunt, et oppresserunt quasi fluctibus semitis suis.
13 They mar my path. They promote my destruction without anyone’s help.
Dissipaverunt itinera mea, insidiati sunt mihi, et praevaluerunt, et non fuit qui ferret auxilium.
14 As through a wide breach they come. They roll themselves in amid the ruin.
Quasi rupto muro, et aperta ianua, irruerunt super me, et ad meas miserias devoluti sunt.
15 Terrors have turned on me. They chase my honor as the wind. My welfare has passed away as a cloud.
Redactus sum in nihilum: abiit quasi ventus desiderium meum: et velut nubes pertransiit salus mea.
16 “Now my soul is poured out within me. Days of affliction have taken hold of me.
Nunc autem in memetipso marcescit anima mea, et possident me dies afflictionis.
17 In the night season my bones are pierced in me, and the pains that gnaw me take no rest.
Nocte os meum perforatur doloribus: et qui me comedunt, non dormiunt.
18 My garment is disfigured by great force. It binds me about as the collar of my tunic.
In multitudine eorum consumitur vestimentum meum, et quasi capito tunicae succinxerunt me.
19 He has cast me into the mire. I have become like dust and ashes.
Comparatus sum luto, et assimilatus sum favillae et cineri.
20 I cry to you, and you do not answer me. I stand up, and you gaze at me.
Clamo ad te, et non exaudis me: sto, et non respicis me.
21 You have turned to be cruel to me. With the might of your hand you persecute me.
Mutatus es mihi in crudelem, et in duritia manus tuae adversaris mihi.
22 You lift me up to the wind, and drive me with it. You dissolve me in the storm.
Elevasti me, et quasi super ventum ponens elisisti me valide.
23 For I know that you will bring me to death, to the house appointed for all living.
Scio quia morti trades me, ubi constituta est domus omni viventi.
24 “However doesn’t one stretch out a hand in his fall? Or in his calamity therefore cry for help?
Verumtamen non ad consumptionem meam emittis manum tuam: et si corruerim, ipse salvabis.
25 Didn’t I weep for him who was in trouble? Wasn’t my soul grieved for the needy?
Flebam quondam super eo, qui afflictus erat, et compatiebatur anima mea pauperi.
26 When I looked for good, then evil came. When I waited for light, darkness came.
Expectabam bona, et venerunt mihi mala: praestolabar lucem, et eruperunt tenebrae.
27 My heart is troubled, and doesn’t rest. Days of affliction have come on me.
Interiora mea efferbuerunt absque ulla requie, praevenerunt me dies afflictionis.
28 I go mourning without the sun. I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.
Moerens incedebam, sine furore, consurgens, in turba clamabam.
29 I am a brother to jackals, and a companion to ostriches.
Frater fui draconum, et socius struthionum.
30 My skin grows black and peels from me. My bones are burned with heat.
Cutis mea denigrata est super me, et ossa mea aruerunt prae caumate.
31 Therefore my harp has turned to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of those who weep.
Versa est in luctum cithara mea, et organum meum in vocem flentium.
