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Job 30

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.

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.