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Job 30

The Bible in Basic English BBE

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.

Orthodox Jewish Bible OJB

1 0 But now they that are younger than I have me in derision, whose avot I would have disdained to have set with the dogs of my tzon.

2 Yea, what use was the koach of their hands to me, since their vigor hath perished?

3 For choser (want, lack) and hunger they gnawed the parched ground desolate and waste.

4 They cut up mallow plants by the bushes, and juniper roots for their lechem.

5 They were banished from among men, (they shouted after them as after a ganav);

6 To dwell in the clefts of the wadis, in holes of aphar, and in the rocks.

7 Among the bushes they brayed; tachat (under) the underbrush they were huddled together.

8 They were bnei naval, yea, sons of base men; they were driven forth out of ha’aretz.

9 And atah (now) am I their mocking song, yea, I am their byword.

10 They abhor me, they flee far from me, and spare not rok (spit) in my face [Mt 26:67].

11 Because He hath loosed my bowstring, and afflicted me, they have also let loose the resen (bridle) before me.

12 Upon my yamin (right hand) rise up the rabble; they push away my feet, and they raise up against me the ways of their destruction.

13 They break up my road, they set forward my overthrow, they have no ozer (helper).

14 They approach me as through a wide breach; in the shoah (desolation, Holocaust), they rolled themselves upon me.

15 Ballahot (terrors) are turned upon me; they pursue my dignity like the ruach, and my safety passeth away like a cloud.

16 And now my nefesh ebbs away from me; the yemei oni have taken hold upon me.

17 My atzmot are pierced in me in the night, and my gnawing pains take no rest.

18 By great koach is my garment disfigured; it bindeth me about like the collar of my kuttonet (chiton, robe).

19 He hath cast me into the chomer, and I am become like aphar and ashes.

20 I cry unto Thee, and Thou dost answer me lo (not); I stand up, and Thou regardest me not.

21 Thou art become cruel to me; with Thy strong yad Thou opposest Thyself against me.

22 Thou liftest me up to the ruach; Thou causest me to drive along, and vanish in the roaring of the storm.

23 For I know that Thou wilt bring me down to mavet, to the bais mo’ed l’khol chai.

24 Yet will not one stretch out his yad in a heap of ruin, or cry out for help in his disaster.

25 Did not I weep for him that was in trouble? Was not my nefesh grieved for the evyon (needy)?

26 When I looked for tov, then rah came unto me; and when I waited for ohr, there came ofel (darkness).

27 My bowels boiled, and rested not; yemei oni met me.

28 I went mourning without the sun; I stood up, and I cried out in the kahal.

29 I am an ach to jackals, and a re’a to owls.

30 My ohr (skin) grows black upon me, and my atzmot are burned with fever.

31 My kinnor (harp) also is turned to evel (mourning), and my flute into the voice of them that weep.