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Job 30

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1 But now those who are younger than I make sport of me; those whose fathers I would not have put with the dogs of my flocks.

2 Of what use is the strength of their hands to me? all force is gone from them.

3 They are wasted for need of food, biting the dry earth; their only hope of life is in the waste land.

4 They are pulling off the salt leaves from the brushwood, and making a meal of roots.

5 They are sent out from among their townsmen, men are crying after them as thieves

6 They have to get a resting-place in the hollows of the valleys, in holes of the earth and rocks.

7 They make noises like asses among the brushwood; they get together under the thorns.

8 They are sons of shame, and of men without a name, who have been forced out of the land.

9 And now I have become their song, and I am a word of shame to them.

10 I am disgusting to them; they keep away from me, and put marks of shame on me.

11 For he has made loose the cord of my bow, and put me to shame; he has sent down my flag to the earth before me.

12 The lines of his men of war put themselves in order, and make high their ways of destruction against me:

13 They have made waste my roads, with a view to my destruction; his bowmen come round about me;

14 As through a wide broken place in the wall they come on, I am overturned by the shock of their attack.

15 Fears have come on me; my hope is gone like the wind, and my well-being like a cloud.

16 But now my soul is turned to water in me, days of trouble overtake me:

17 The flesh is gone from my bones, and they give me no rest; there is no end to my pains.

18 With great force he takes a grip of my clothing, pulling me by the neck of my coat.

19 Truly God has made me low, even to the earth, and I have become like dust.

20 You give no answer to my cry, and take no note of my prayer.

21 You have become cruel to me; the strength of your hand is hard on me.

22 Lifting me up, you make me go on the wings of the wind; I am broken up by the storm.

23 For I am certain that you will send me back to death, and to the meeting-place ordered for all living.

24 Has not my hand been stretched out in help to the poor? have I not been a saviour to him in his trouble?

25 Have I not been weeping for the crushed? and was not my soul sad for him who was in need?

26 For I was looking for good, and evil came; I was waiting for light, and it became dark.

27 My feelings are strongly moved, and give me no rest; days of trouble have overtaken me.

28 I go about in dark clothing, uncomforted; I get up in the public place, crying out for help.

29 I have become a brother to the jackals, and go about in the company of ostriches.

30 My skin is black and dropping off me; and my bones are burning with the heat of my disease.

31 And my music has been turned to sorrow, and the sound of my pipe into the noise of 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.