Job 30
1 But now they that are younger than I hold me in derision, whose fathers I would have disdained to set with the dogs of my flock.
But now they that are younger than I hold me in derision, Whose fathers I would have disdained to set with the dogs of my flock.
2 Yea, to what might the strength of their hands profit me, in whom old age had perished?
Of what use to me would be even the strength of their hands, To whom old age is lost?
3 For want and famine they were solitary; fleeing into the wilderness in former time desolate and waste.
By want and hunger they are famished; They gnaw the dry desert, The darkness of desolate wastes.
4 Who cut up mallows by the bushes, and juniper roots for their food.
They gather purslain among the bushes, And the root of the broom is their bread.
5 They were driven forth from among men, (they cried after them as after a thief; )
They are driven from the society of men; There is a cry after them as after a thief.
6 To dwell in the clefts of the valleys, in caves of the earth, and in the rocks.
They dwell in gloomy valleys, In caves of the earth and in rocks.
7 Among the bushes they brayed; under the nettles they were gathered together.
They bray among the bushes; Under the brambles are they stretched out.
8 They were children of fools, yea, children of base men: they were viler than the earth.
An impious and low-born race, They are beaten out of the land.
9 And now I am their song, yea, I am their byword.
And now I am become their song; Yea, I am their by-word!
10 They abhor me, they flee far from me, and spare not to spit in my face.
They abhor me, they stand aloof from me; They forbear not to spit before my face.
11 Because he hath loosed my cord, and afflicted me, they have also let loose the bridle before me.
Yea, they let loose the reins, and humble me; They cast off the bridle before me.
12 Upon my right hand rise the youth; they push away my feet, and they raise up against me the ways of their destruction.
On my right hand riseth up the brood; They thrust away my feet; They cast up against me their destructive ways.
13 They mar my path, they set forward my calamity, they have no helper.
They break up my path; They hasten my fall, —They who have no helper!
14 They came upon me as a wide breaking in of waters: in the desolation they rolled themselves upon me.
They come upon me as through a wide breach; Through the ruins they rush in upon me.
15 Terrors are turned upon me: they pursue my soul as the wind: and my welfare passeth away as a cloud.
Terrors are turned against me; They pursue my prosperity like the wind, And my welfare passeth away like a cloud.
16 And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
And now my soul poureth itself out upon me; Days of affliction have taken hold of me.
17 My bones are pierced in me in the night season: and my sinews take no rest.
By night my bones are pierced; they are torn from me, And my gnawers take no rest.
18 By the great force of my disease is my garment changed: it bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.
Through the violence of my disease is my garment changed; It bindeth me about like the collar of my tunic.
19 He hath cast me into the mire, and I have become like dust and ashes.
He hath cast me into the mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.
20 I cry to thee, and thou dost not hear me: I stand up, and thou regardest me not.
I call upon Thee, but thou dost not hear me; I stand up before thee, but thou regardest me not.
21 Thou hast become cruel to me: with thy strong hand thou opposest thyself against me.
Thou art become cruel to me; With thy strong hand dost thou lie in wait for me.
22 Thou liftest me up to the wind; thou causest me to ride upon it, and dissolvest my substance.
Thou liftest me up, and causest me to ride upon the wind; Thou meltest me away in the storm.
23 For I know that thou wilt bring me to death, and to the house appointed for all living.
I know that thou wilt bring me to death, To the place of assembly for all the living.
24 Yet he will not stretch out his hand to the grave, though they cry in his destruction.
When He stretcheth out his hand, prayer availeth nothing; When He bringeth destruction, vain is the cry for help.
25 Did not I weep for him that was in trouble? was not my soul grieved for the poor?
Did not I weep for him that was in trouble? Was not my soul grieved for the poor?
26 When I looked for good, then evil came: and when I waited for light, there came darkness.
But when I looked for good, then evil came; When I looked for light, then came darkness.
27 My bowels boiled, and rested not: the days of affliction came upon me.
My bowels boil, and have no rest; Days of anguish have come upon me.
28 I went mourning without the sun: I stood up, and I cried in the congregation.
I am black, but not by the sun; I stand up, and utter my cries in the congregation.
29 I am a brother to dragons, and a companion to owls.
I am become a brother to jackals, And a companion to ostriches.
30 My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.
My skin is black, and falleth from me, And my bones burn with heat.
31 My harp also is turned to mourning, and my organ into the voice of them that weep.
My harp also is turned to mourning, And my pipe to notes of grief.
