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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