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Job 30

Common English Bible CEB

1 But now those younger than I mock me, whose fathers I refused to put beside my sheepdogs.

2 Their strength, what's it to me, their energy having perished?

3 Stiff from want and hunger, those who gnaw dry ground, yesterday's desolate waste,

4 who pluck off the leaves on a bush, the root of the broom— a shrub is their food.

5 People banish them from society, shout at them as if to a thief;

6 so they live in scary ravines, holes in the ground and rocks.

7 Among shrubs, they make sounds like donkeys; they are huddled together under a bush,

8 children of fools and the nameless, whipped out of the land.

9 And now I'm their song; I'm their cliché!

10 They detest me, keep their distance, don't withhold spit from my face.

11 Because he loosened my bowstring 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,

13 destroy my road, profit from my fall, with no help.

14 They advance as if through a destroyed wall; they roll along beneath the ruin.

15 Terrors crash upon me; they sweep away my honor like wind; my safety disappears like a cloud.

16 Now my life is poured out on me; days of misery have seized me.

17 At night he bores my bones; my gnawing pain won't rest.

18 With great force he grasps my clothing; it binds me like the neck of my shirt.

19 He hurls me into mud; I'm a cliché, like dust and ashes.

20 I cry to you, and you don't answer; I stand up, but you just look at me.

21 You are cruel to me, attack me with the strength of your hand.

22 You lift me to the wind and make me ride; you melt me in its roar.

23 I know you will return me to death, the house appointed for all the living.

24 Surely he won't strike someone in ruins if in distress he cries out to him,

25 if I didn't weep for those who have a difficult day or my soul grieve for the needy;

26 for I awaited good, but evil came; I expected light, but gloom arrived.

27 My insides, churning, are never quiet; days of affliction confront me.

28 I walk in the dark, lacking sunshine; I rise in the assembly and cry out.

29 I have become a brother to jackals, a companion to young ostriches.

30 My skin is charred; my bones are scorched by the heat.

31 My lyre is for mourning, my flute, a weeping sound.

English Standard Version ESV

1 “But now they laugh at me, men who are younger than I, whose fathers I would have disdained to set with the dogs of my flock.

2 What could I gain from the strength of their hands, men whose vigor is gone?

3 Through want and hard hunger they gnaw the dry ground by night in waste and desolation;

4 they pick saltwort and the leaves of bushes, and the roots of the broom tree for their food.

5 They are driven out from human company; they shout after them as after a thief.

6 In the gullies of the torrents they must dwell, in holes of the earth and of the rocks.

7 Among the bushes they bray; under the nettles they huddle together.

8 A senseless, a nameless brood, they have been whipped out of the land.

9 “And now I have become their song; I am a byword to them.

10 They abhor me; they keep aloof from me; they do not hesitate to spit at the sight of me.

11 Because God has loosed my cord and humbled me, they have cast off restraint in my presence.

12 On my right hand the rabble rise; they push away my feet; they cast up against me their ways of destruction.

13 They break up my path; they promote my calamity; they need no one to help them.

14 As through a wide breach they come; amid the crash they roll on.

15 Terrors are turned upon me; my honor is pursued as by the wind, and my prosperity has passed away like a cloud.

16 “And now my soul is poured out within me; days of affliction have taken hold of me.

17 The night racks my bones, and the pain that gnaws me takes no rest.

18 With great force my garment is disfigured; it binds me about like the collar of my tunic.

19 God has cast me into the mire, and I have become like dust and ashes.

20 I cry to you for help and you do not answer me; I stand, and you only look at me.

21 You have turned cruel to me; with the might of your hand you persecute me.

22 You lift me up on the wind; you make me ride on it, and you toss me about in the roar of the storm.

23 For I know that you will bring me to death and to the house appointed for all living.

24 “Yet does not one in a heap of ruins stretch out his hand, and in his disaster cry for help?

25 Did not I weep for him whose day was hard? Was not my soul grieved for the needy?

26 But when I hoped for good, evil came, and when I waited for light, darkness came.

27 My inward parts are in turmoil and never still; days of affliction come to meet me.

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

29 I am a brother of jackals and a companion of ostriches.

30 My skin turns black and falls from me, and my bones burn with heat.

31 My lyre is turned to mourning, and my pipe to the voice of those who weep.