Parallel Bible results for "Job 30:12-31"

Job 30:12-31

12 This mob attacks me head-on; they send me running; they prepare their final assault.

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

13 They cut off my escape and try to destroy me; and there is no one to stop them.

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

14 They pour through the holes in my defenses and come crashing down on top of me;

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

15 I am overcome with terror; my dignity is gone like a puff of wind, and my prosperity like a cloud.

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

16 Now I am about to die; there is no relief for my suffering.

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

17 At night my bones all ache; the pain that gnaws me never stops.

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

18 God seizes me by my collar and twists my clothes out of shape.

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

19 He throws me down in the mud; I am no better than dirt.

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

20 I call to you, O God, but you never answer; and when I pray, you pay no attention.

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

21 You are treating me cruelly; you persecute me with all your power.

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

22 You let the wind blow me away; you toss me about in a raging storm.

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

23 I know you are taking me off to my death, to the fate in store for everyone.

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

24 Why do you attack a ruined man, one who can do nothing but beg for pity?

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

25 Didn't I weep with people in trouble and feel sorry for those in need?

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

26 I hoped for happiness and light, but trouble and darkness came instead.

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

27 I am torn apart by worry and pain; I have had day after day of suffering.

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

28 I go about in gloom, without any sunshine; I stand up in public and plead for help.

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

29 My voice is as sad and lonely as the cries of a jackal or an ostrich.

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

30 My skin has turned dark; I am burning with fever.

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

31 Where once I heard joyful music, now I hear only mourning and weeping.

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