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Job 30

New International Reader's Version NIRV

1 "But now those who are younger than I am make fun of me. I wouldn't put even their parents with my sheep dogs!

2 Their strong hands couldn't give me any help. That's because their strength was gone.

3 They were weak because they were needy and hungry. They wandered through dry and empty deserts at night.

4 Among the bushes they gathered salty plants. They ate the roots of desert trees.

5 They were driven away from society. They were shouted at as if they were robbers.

6 They were forced to live in dry stream beds. They had to stay among rocks and in holes in the ground.

7 Like donkeys they cried out among the bushes. There they crowded together and hid.

8 They were so foolish that no one respected them. They were driven out of the land.

9 "Now their children laugh at me. They make fun of me with their songs.

10 They hate me. They stay away from me. They even dare to spit in my face.

11 God has made my body weak. It's like a tent that has fallen down. So those children do what they want to in front of me.

12 Many people attack me on my right side. They lay traps for my feet. They come at me from every direction.

13 They tear up the road I walk on. They succeed in destroying me. They do it without any help.

14 They attack me like troops smashing through a wall. Among the destroyed buildings they come rolling in.

15 Terrors sweep over me. My honor is driven away as if by the wind. My safety vanishes like a cloud.

16 "Now my life is slipping away. Days of suffering grab hold of me.

17 At night my bones hurt. My gnawing pains never stop.

18 God's great power becomes like clothes to me. He chokes me like the neck of my shirt.

19 He throws me down into the mud. I'm nothing but dust and ashes.

20 "God, I cry out to you. But you don't answer me. I stand up. But all you do is look at me.

21 You do mean things to me. Your mighty hand attacks me.

22 You pick me up and blow me away with the wind. You toss me around in the storm.

23 I know that you will bring me down to death. That's what you have appointed for everyone.

24 "No one would crush people when they cry out for help in their trouble.

25 Haven't I sobbed over those who are in trouble? Haven't I felt sorry for poor people?

26 I hoped good things would happen, but something evil came. I looked for light, but all I saw was darkness.

27 My insides are always churning. Nothing but days of suffering are ahead of me.

28 My skin has become dark, but the sun didn't do it. I stand up in the community and cry out for help.

29 I've become a brother to wild dogs. Owls are my companions.

30 My skin grows black and peels. My body burns with fever.

31 My harp is tuned to sadness. My flute makes a sound like sobbing.

New International Version NIV

1 “But now they mock me, men younger than I, whose fathers I would have disdained to put with my sheep dogs.

2 Of what use was the strength of their hands to me, since their vigor had gone from them?

3 Haggard from want and hunger, they roamed the parched land in desolate wastelands at night.

4 In the brush they gathered salt herbs, and their food was the root of the broom bush.

5 They were banished from human society, shouted at as if they were thieves.

6 They were forced to live in the dry stream beds, among the rocks and in holes in the ground.

7 They brayed among the bushes and huddled in the undergrowth.

8 A base and nameless brood, they were driven out of the land.

9 “And now those young men mock me in song; I have become a byword among them.

10 They detest me and keep their distance; they do not hesitate to spit in my face.

11 Now that God has unstrung my bow and afflicted me, they throw off restraint in my presence.

12 On my right the tribe attacks; they lay snares for my feet, they build their siege ramps against me.

13 They break up my road; they succeed in destroying me. ‘No one can help him,’ they say.

14 They advance as through a gaping breach; amid the ruins they come rolling in.

15 Terrors overwhelm me; my dignity is driven away as by the wind, my safety vanishes like a cloud.

16 “And now my life ebbs away; days of suffering grip me.

17 Night pierces my bones; my gnawing pains never rest.

18 In his great power God becomes like clothing to me ; he binds me like the neck of my garment.

19 He throws me into the mud, and I am reduced to dust and ashes.

20 “I cry out to you, God, but you do not answer; I stand up, but you merely look at me.

21 You turn on me ruthlessly; with the might of your hand you attack me.

22 You snatch me up and drive me before the wind; you toss me about in the storm.

23 I know you will bring me down to death, to the place appointed for all the living.

24 “Surely no one lays a hand on a broken man when he cries for help in his distress.

25 Have I not wept for those in trouble? Has not my soul grieved for the poor?

26 Yet when I hoped for good, evil came; when I looked for light, then came darkness.

27 The churning inside me never stops; days of suffering confront me.

28 I go about blackened, but not by the sun; I stand up in the assembly and cry for help.

29 I have become a brother of jackals, a companion of owls.

30 My skin grows black and peels; my body burns with fever.

31 My lyre is tuned to mourning, and my pipe to the sound of wailing.