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Job 30

GOD'S WORD Translation GW

1 "But now those who are younger than I am laugh at me. I didn't think their fathers were fit to sit with the dogs of my flock.

2 Of what use to me was the strength of their hands? Their strength is gone.

3 Shriveled up from need and hunger, they gnaw at the dry and barren ground during the night.

4 They pick saltwort from the underbrush, and the roots of the broom plant are their food.

5 They are driven from the community. People shout at them in the same way they shout at thieves.

6 They have to live in dry riverbeds, in holes in the ground, and among rocks.

7 They howl in bushes and huddle together under thornbushes.

8 Godless fools and worthless people are forced out of the land with whips.

9 "And now they make fun of me with songs. I have become a joke to them.

10 Since they consider me disgusting, they keep their distance from me and don't hesitate to spit in my face.

11 Because God has untied my cord and has made me suffer, they are no longer restrained in my presence.

12 They have attacked me on my right side like a mob. They trip my feet and then prepare ways to destroy me.

13 Yes, they remove all traces of my path in order to destroy me. No one is there to help me against them.

14 They come through a wide hole [in the wall]. They crawl through the ruins.

15 Terrors are directed toward me. They blow away my dignity like the wind. My prosperity vanishes like a cloud.

16 "Now my life is pouring out of me. Days of suffering seize me.

17 At night God pierces my bones. My body doesn't rest.

18 With great strength he grabs my clothes. He seizes me by the collar of my robe.

19 He throws me into the dirt so that I become like dust and ashes.

20 "I call to you for help, but you don't answer me. I stand up, but you just look at me.

21 You have begun to treat me cruelly. With your mighty hand you assault me.

22 You pick me up and let the wind carry me away. You toss me around with a storm.

23 I know you will lead me to death, to the dwelling place appointed for all living beings.

24 "But God doesn't stretch out his hand against one who is ruined when that person calls for help in his disaster.

25 Didn't I cry for the person whose days were difficult? Didn't my soul grieve for the poor?

26 When I waited for good, evil came. When I looked for light, darkness came.

27 My insides are churning and won't calm down. Days of misery are ahead of me.

28 I walk in the dark without the sun. I stand up in public and call for help.

29 I'm a brother to jackals and a companion of ostriches.

30 My skin turns dark and peels. My body burns with fever.

31 So my lyre is used for mourning and my flute for loud weeping.

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.