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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.

The Message Bible MSG

1 "But no longer. Now I'm the butt of their jokes - young ruffians! whippersnappers!

2 Why, I considered their fathers mere inexperienced pups. But they are worse than dogs - good for nothing, stray, mangy animals,

3 Half-starved, scavenging the back alleys, howling at the moon;

4 Homeless guttersnipes chewing on old bones and licking old tin cans;

5 Outcasts from the community, cursed as dangerous delinquents.

6 Nobody would put up with them; they were driven from the neighborhood.

7 You could hear them out there at the edge of town, yelping and barking, huddled in junkyards,

8 A gang of beggars and no-names, thrown out on their ears.

9 "But now I'm the one they're after, mistreating me, taunting and mocking.

10 They abhor me, they abuse me. How dare those scoundrels - they spit in my face!

11 Now that God has undone me and left me in a heap, they hold nothing back. Anything goes.

12 They come at me from my blind side, trip me up, then jump on me while I'm down.

13 They throw every kind of obstacle in my path, determined to ruin me - and no one lifts a finger to help me!

14 They violate my broken body, trample through the rubble of my ruined life.

15 Terrors assault me - my dignity in shreds, salvation up in smoke.

16 "And now my life drains out, as suffering seizes and grips me hard.

17 Night gnaws at my bones; the pain never lets up.

18 I am tied hand and foot, my neck in a noose. I twist and turn.

19 Thrown facedown in the muck, I'm a muddy mess, inside and out. What Did I Do to Deserve This?

20 "I shout for help, God, and get nothing, no answer! I stand to face you in protest, and you give me a blank stare!

21 You've turned into my tormenter - you slap me around, knock me about.

22 You raised me up so I was riding high and then dropped me, and I crashed.

23 I know you're determined to kill me, to put me six feet under.

24 "What did I do to deserve this? Did I ever hit anyone who was calling for help?

25 Haven't I wept for those who live a hard life, been heartsick over the lot of the poor?

26 But where did it get me? I expected good but evil showed up. I looked for light but darkness fell.

27 My stomach's in a constant churning, never settles down. Each day confronts me with more suffering.

28 I walk under a black cloud. The sun is gone. I stand in the congregation and protest.

29 I howl with the jackals, I hoot with the owls.

30 I'm black and blue all over, burning up with fever.

31 My fiddle plays nothing but the blues; my mouth harp wails laments.