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Job 30

New International Version NIV

1 “But now they mock me, men younger than I, whose fathers I would have disdained to put with my sheep dogs.

2 Of what use was the strength of their hands to me, since their vigor had gone from them?

3 Haggard from want and hunger, they roamed the parched land in desolate wastelands at night.

4 In the brush they gathered salt herbs, and their food was the root of the broom bush.

5 They were banished from human society, shouted at as if they were thieves.

6 They were forced to live in the dry stream beds, among the rocks and in holes in the ground.

7 They brayed among the bushes and huddled in the undergrowth.

8 A base and nameless brood, they were driven out of the land.

9 “And now those young men mock me in song; I have become a byword among them.

10 They detest me and keep their distance; they do not hesitate to spit in my face.

11 Now that God has unstrung my bow and afflicted me, they throw off restraint in my presence.

12 On my right the tribe attacks; they lay snares for my feet, they build their siege ramps against me.

13 They break up my road; they succeed in destroying me. ‘No one can help him,’ they say.

14 They advance as through a gaping breach; amid the ruins they come rolling in.

15 Terrors overwhelm me; my dignity is driven away as by the wind, my safety vanishes like a cloud.

16 “And now my life ebbs away; days of suffering grip me.

17 Night pierces my bones; my gnawing pains never rest.

18 In his great power God becomes like clothing to me ; he binds me like the neck of my garment.

19 He throws me into the mud, and I am reduced to dust and ashes.

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

21 You turn on me ruthlessly; with the might of your hand you attack me.

22 You snatch me up and drive me before the wind; you toss me about in the storm.

23 I know you will bring me down to death, to the place appointed for all the living.

24 “Surely no one lays a hand on a broken man when he cries for help in his distress.

25 Have I not wept for those in trouble? Has not my soul grieved for the poor?

26 Yet when I hoped for good, evil came; when I looked for light, then came darkness.

27 The churning inside me never stops; days of suffering confront me.

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

29 I have become a brother of jackals, a companion of owls.

30 My skin grows black and peels; my body burns with fever.

31 My lyre is tuned to mourning, and my pipe to the sound of wailing.

Good News Translation GNT

1 But men younger than I am make fun of me now! Their fathers have always been so worthless that I wouldn't let them help my dogs guard sheep.

2 They were a bunch of worn-out men, too weak to do any work for me.

3 They were so poor and hungry that they would gnaw dry roots - at night, in wild, desolate places.

4 They pulled up the plants of the desert and ate them, even the tasteless roots of the broom tree!

5 Everyone drove them away with shouts, as if they were shouting at thieves.

6 They had to live in caves, in holes dug in the sides of cliffs.

7 Out in the wilds they howled like animals and huddled together under the bushes.

8 A worthless bunch of nameless nobodies! They were driven out of the land.

9 Now they come and laugh at me; I am nothing but a joke to them.

10 They treat me with disgust; they think they are too good for me, and even come and spit in my face.

11 Because God has made me weak and helpless, they turn against me with all their fury.

12 This mob attacks me head-on; they send me running; they prepare their final assault.

13 They cut off my escape and try to destroy me; and there is no one to stop them.

14 They pour through the holes in my defenses and come crashing down on top of me;

15 I am overcome with terror; my dignity is gone like a puff of wind, and my prosperity like a cloud.

16 Now I am about to die; there is no relief for my suffering.

17 At night my bones all ache; the pain that gnaws me never stops.

18 God seizes me by my collar and twists my clothes out of shape.

19 He throws me down in the mud; I am no better than dirt.

20 I call to you, O God, but you never answer; and when I pray, you pay no attention.

21 You are treating me cruelly; you persecute me with all your power.

22 You let the wind blow me away; you toss me about in a raging storm.

23 I know you are taking me off to my death, to the fate in store for everyone.

24 Why do you attack a ruined man, one who can do nothing but beg for pity?

25 Didn't I weep with people in trouble and feel sorry for those in need?

26 I hoped for happiness and light, but trouble and darkness came instead.

27 I am torn apart by worry and pain; I have had day after day of suffering.

28 I go about in gloom, without any sunshine; I stand up in public and plead for help.

29 My voice is as sad and lonely as the cries of a jackal or an ostrich.

30 My skin has turned dark; I am burning with fever.

31 Where once I heard joyful music, now I hear only mourning and weeping.