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Job 30

New Century Version NCV

1 "But now men who are younger than I make fun of me. I would not have even let their fathers sit with my sheep dogs.

2 What use did I have for their strength since they had lost their strength to work?

3 They were thin from hunger and wandered the dry and ruined land at night.

4 They gathered desert plants among the brush and ate the root of the broom tree.

5 They were forced to live away from people; people shouted at them as if they were thieves.

6 They lived in dried up streambeds, in caves, and among the rocks.

7 They howled like animals among the bushes and huddled together in the brush.

8 They are worthless people without names and were forced to leave the land.

9 "Now they make fun of me with songs; my name is a joke among them.

10 They hate me and stay far away from me, but they do not mind spitting in my face.

11 God has taken away my strength and made me suffer, so they attack me with all their anger.

12 On my right side they rise up like a mob. They lay traps for my feet and prepare to attack me.

13 They break up my road and work to destroy me, and no one helps me.

14 They come at me as if through a hole in the wall, and they roll in among the ruins.

15 Great fears overwhelm me. They blow my honor away as if by a great wind, and my safety disappears like a cloud.

16 "Now my life is almost over; my days are full of suffering.

17 At night my bones ache; gnawing pains never stop.

18 In his great power God grabs hold of my clothing and chokes me with the collar of my coat.

19 He throws me into the mud, and I become like dirt and ashes.

20 "I cry out to you, God, but you do not answer; I stand up, but you just look at me.

21 You have turned on me without mercy; with your powerful hand you attacked me.

22 You snatched me up and threw me into the wind and tossed me about in the storm.

23 I know you will bring me down to death, to the place where all living people must go.

24 "Surely no one would hurt a ruined man when he cries for help in his time of trouble.

25 I cried for those who were in trouble; I have been very sad for poor people.

26 But when I hoped for good, only evil came to me; when I looked for light, darkness came.

27 I never stop being upset; days of suffering are ahead of me.

28 I have turned black, but not by the sun. I stand up in public and cry for help.

29 I have become a brother to wild dogs and a friend to ostriches.

30 My skin has become black and peels off, as my body burns with fever.

31 My harp is tuned to sing a sad song, and my flute is tuned to moaning.

The Complete Jewish Bible CJB

1 "But now those younger than I hold me in derision, men whose fathers I wouldn't even have put with the dogs that guarded my sheep.

2 What use to me was the strength in their hands? All their vigor had left them.

3 Worn out by want and hunger, they gnaw the dry ground in the gloom of waste and desolation.

4 They pluck saltwort and bitter leaves; these, with broom tree roots, are their food.

5 They are driven away from society, with men shouting after them as after a thief,

6 to live in gullies and vadis, in holes in the ground and caves in the rocks.

7 Among the bushes they howl like beasts and huddle among the nettles,

8 irresponsible nobodies driven from the land.

9 "Now I have become their song; yes, I am a byword with them.

10 They loathe me, they stand aloof from me; they don't hesitate to spit in my face!

11 For God has loosened my bowstring and humbled me; they throw off restraint in my presence.

12 At my right the street urchins attack, pushing me from place to place, besieging me with their ways of destruction,

13 breaking up my path, furthering my calamity -even those who have no one to help them.

14 They move in as through a wide gap; amid the ruin they roll on in waves.

15 Terrors tumble over me, chasing my honor away like the wind; my [hope of] salvation passes like a cloud.

16 "So now my life is ebbing away, days of grief have seized me.

17 At night pain pierces me to the bone, so that I never rest.

18 My clothes are disfigured by the force [of my disease]; they choke me like the collar of my coat.

19 [God] has thrown me into the mud; I have become like dust and ashes.

20 "I call out to you [God], but you don't answer me; I stand up to plead, but you just look at me.

21 You have turned cruelly against me; with your powerful hand you keep persecuting me.

22 You snatch me up on the wind and make me ride it; you toss me about in the tempest.

23 For I know that you will bring me to death, the house assigned to everyone living.

24 "Surely [God] wouldn't strike at a ruin, if in one's calamity one cried out to him for help.

25 Didn't I weep for those who were in trouble? Didn't I grieve for the needy?

26 Yet when I hoped for good, what came was bad; when I expected light, what came was darkness.

27 My insides are in turmoil; they can't find rest; days of misery confront me.

28 I go about in sunless gloom, I rise in the assembly and cry for help.

29 I have become a brother to jackals and a companion of ostriches.

30 My skin is black and falling off me, and my bones are burning with heat.

31 So my lyre is tuned for mourning, my pipe to the voice of those who weep.