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Job 30

The Latin Vulgate VUL

1 nunc autem derident me iuniores tempore quorum non dignabar patres ponere cum canibus gregis mei

2 quorum virtus manuum erat mihi pro nihilo et vita ipsa putabantur indigni

3 egestate et fame steriles qui rodebant in solitudine squalentes calamitate et miseria

4 et mandebant herbas et arborum cortices et radix iuniperorum erat cibus eorum

5 qui de convallibus ista rapientes cum singula repperissent ad ea cum clamore currebant

6 in desertis habitabant torrentium et in cavernis terrae vel super glaream

7 qui inter huiuscemodi laetabantur et esse sub sentibus delicias conputabant

8 filii stultorum et ignobilium et in terra penitus non parentes

9 nunc in eorum canticum versus sum et factus sum eis proverbium

10 abominantur me et longe fugiunt a me et faciem meam conspuere non verentur

11 faretram enim suam aperuit et adflixit me et frenum posuit in os meum

12 ad dexteram orientis calamitatis meae ilico surrexerunt pedes meos subverterunt et oppresserunt quasi fluctibus semitis suis

13 dissipaverunt itinera mea insidiati sunt mihi et praevaluerunt et non fuit qui ferret auxilium

14 quasi rupto muro et aperta ianua inruerunt super me et ad meas miserias devoluti sunt

15 redactus sum in nihili abstulisti quasi ventus desiderium meum et velut nubes pertransiit salus mea

16 nunc autem in memet ipso marcescit anima mea et possident me dies adflictionis

17 nocte os meum perforatur doloribus et qui me comedunt non dormiunt

18 in multitudine eorum consumitur vestimentum meum et quasi capitio tunicae sic cinxerunt me

19 conparatus sum luto et adsimilatus favillae et cineri

20 clamo ad te et non exaudis me sto et non respicis me

21 mutatus es mihi in crudelem et in duritia manus tuae adversaris mihi

22 elevasti me et quasi super ventum ponens elisisti me valide

23 scio quia morti tradas me ubi constituta domus est omni viventi

24 verumtamen non ad consumptionem eorum emittis manum tuam et si corruerint ipse salvabis

25 flebam quondam super eum qui adflictus erat et conpatiebatur anima mea pauperi

26 expectabam bona et venerunt mihi mala praestolabar lucem et eruperunt tenebrae

27 interiora mea efferbuerunt absque ulla requie praevenerunt me dies adflictionis

28 maerens incedebam sine furore consurgens in turba clamavi

29 frater fui draconum et socius strutionum

30 cutis mea denigrata est super me et ossa mea aruerunt prae caumate

31 versa est in luctum cithara mea et organum meum in vocem flentium

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.