The Book of Job (WEB)

30: 1"But now those who are younger than I, have me in derision,
      Whose fathers I would have disdained to put with my sheep dogs.

 30:2Of what use is the strength of their hands to me,
      Men in whom ripe age has perished?

 30:3They are gaunt from lack and famine.
      They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of waste and desolation.

 30:4They pluck salt herbs by the bushes.
      The roots of the broom are their food.

 30:5They are driven forth from the midst of men;
      They cry after them as after a thief;

 30:6So that they dwell in frightful valleys,
      And in holes of the earth and of the rocks.

 30:7Among the bushes they bray;
      And under the nettles they are gathered together.

 30:8They are children of fools, yes, children of base men.
      They were flogged out of the land.

  30:9"Now I have become their song.
      Yes, I am a byword to them.

 30:10They abhor me, they stand aloof from me,
      And don't hesitate to spit in my face.

 30:11For he has loosed his cord, and afflicted me;
      And they have thrown off restraint before me.

 30:12On my right hand rise the rabble.
      They thrust aside my feet,
      They cast up against me their ways of destruction.

 30:13They mar my path,
      They set forward my calamity,
      Without anyone's help.

 30:14As through a wide breach they come,
      In the midst of the ruin they roll themselves in.

 30:15Terrors are turned on me.
      They chase my honor as the wind.
      My welfare has passed away as a cloud.

  30:16"Now my soul is poured out within me.
      Days of affliction have taken hold on me.

 30:17In the night season my bones are pierced in me,
      And the pains that gnaw me take no rest.

 30:18By great force is my garment disfigured.
      It binds me about as the collar of my coat.

 30:19He has cast me into the mire.
      I have become like dust and ashes.

 30:20I cry to you, and you do not answer me.
      I stand up, and you gaze at me.

 30:21You have turned to be cruel to me.
      With the might of your hand you persecute me.

 30:22You lift me up to the wind, and drive me with it.
      You dissolve me in the storm.

 30:23For I know that you will bring me to death,
      To the house appointed for all living.

  30:24"However doesn't one stretch out a hand in his fall?
      Or in his calamity therefore cry for help?

 30:25Didn't I weep for him who was in trouble?
      Wasn't my soul grieved for the needy?

 30:26When I looked for good, then evil came;
      When I waited for light, there came darkness.

 30:27My heart is troubled, and doesn't rest.
      Days of affliction have come on me.

 30:28I go mourning without the sun.
      I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.

 30:29I am a brother to jackals,
      And a companion to ostriches.

 30:30My skin grows black and peels from me.
      My bones are burned with heat.

 30:31Therefore is my harp turned to mourning,
      And my pipe into the voice of those who weep.

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