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Job 30

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1 But now those younger than I mock me, whose fathers I refused to put beside my sheepdogs.
1 “But now they mock me, men younger than I, whose fathers I would have disdained to put with my sheep dogs.
2 Their strength, what's it to me, their energy having perished?
2 Of what use was the strength of their hands to me, since their vigor had gone from them?
3 Stiff from want and hunger, those who gnaw dry ground, yesterday's desolate waste,
3 Haggard from want and hunger, they roamed the parched land in desolate wastelands at night.
4 who pluck off the leaves on a bush, the root of the broom— a shrub is their food.
4 In the brush they gathered salt herbs, and their food was the root of the broom bush.
5 People banish them from society, shout at them as if to a thief;
5 They were banished from human society, shouted at as if they were thieves.
6 so they live in scary ravines, holes in the ground and rocks.
6 They were forced to live in the dry stream beds, among the rocks and in holes in the ground.
7 Among shrubs, they make sounds like donkeys; they are huddled together under a bush,
7 They brayed among the bushes and huddled in the undergrowth.
8 children of fools and the nameless, whipped out of the land.
8 A base and nameless brood, they were driven out of the land.
9 And now I'm their song; I'm their cliché!
9 “And now those young men mock me in song; I have become a byword among them.
10 They detest me, keep their distance, don't withhold spit from my face.
10 They detest me and keep their distance; they do not hesitate to spit in my face.
11 Because he loosened my bowstring and afflicted me, they throw off restraint in my presence.
11 Now that God has unstrung my bow and afflicted me, they throw off restraint in my presence.
12 On the right, upstarts rise and target my feet, build their siege ramps against me,
12 On my right the tribe attacks; they lay snares for my feet, they build their siege ramps against me.
13 destroy my road, profit from my fall, with no help.
13 They break up my road; they succeed in destroying me. ‘No one can help him,’ they say.
14 They advance as if through a destroyed wall; they roll along beneath the ruin.
14 They advance as through a gaping breach; amid the ruins they come rolling in.
15 Terrors crash upon me; they sweep away my honor like wind; my safety disappears like a cloud.
15 Terrors overwhelm me; my dignity is driven away as by the wind, my safety vanishes like a cloud.
16 Now my life is poured out on me; days of misery have seized me.
16 “And now my life ebbs away; days of suffering grip me.
17 At night he bores my bones; my gnawing pain won't rest.
17 Night pierces my bones; my gnawing pains never rest.
18 With great force he grasps my clothing; it binds me like the neck of my shirt.
18 In his great power God becomes like clothing to me ; he binds me like the neck of my garment.
19 He hurls me into mud; I'm a cliché, like dust and ashes.
19 He throws me into the mud, and I am reduced to dust and ashes.
20 I cry to you, and you don't answer; I stand up, but you just look at me.
20 “I cry out to you, God, but you do not answer; I stand up, but you merely look at me.
21 You are cruel to me, attack me with the strength of your hand.
21 You turn on me ruthlessly; with the might of your hand you attack me.
22 You lift me to the wind and make me ride; you melt me in its roar.
22 You snatch me up and drive me before the wind; you toss me about in the storm.
23 I know you will return me to death, the house appointed for all the living.
23 I know you will bring me down to death, to the place appointed for all the living.
24 Surely he won't strike someone in ruins if in distress he cries out to him,
24 “Surely no one lays a hand on a broken man when he cries for help in his distress.
25 if I didn't weep for those who have a difficult day or my soul grieve for the needy;
25 Have I not wept for those in trouble? Has not my soul grieved for the poor?
26 for I awaited good, but evil came; I expected light, but gloom arrived.
26 Yet when I hoped for good, evil came; when I looked for light, then came darkness.
27 My insides, churning, are never quiet; days of affliction confront me.
27 The churning inside me never stops; days of suffering confront me.
28 I walk in the dark, lacking sunshine; I rise in the assembly and cry out.
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 to jackals, a companion to young ostriches.
29 I have become a brother of jackals, a companion of owls.
30 My skin is charred; my bones are scorched by the heat.
30 My skin grows black and peels; my body burns with fever.
31 My lyre is for mourning, my flute, a weeping sound.
31 My lyre is tuned to mourning, and my pipe to the sound of wailing.
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