Parallel Bible results for "job 30:18-31"

Job 30:18-31

New Living Translation NLT

18 With a strong hand, God grabs my shirt. He grips me by the collar of my coat.

19 He has thrown me into the mud. I’m nothing more than dust and ashes.

20 “I cry to you, O God, but you don’t answer. I stand before you, but you don’t even look.

21 You have become cruel toward me. You use your power to persecute me.

22 You throw me into the whirlwind and destroy me in the storm.

23 And I know you are sending me to my death— the destination of all who live.

24 “Surely no one would turn against the needy when they cry for help in their trouble.

25 Did I not weep for those in trouble? Was I not deeply grieved for the needy?

26 So I looked for good, but evil came instead. I waited for the light, but darkness fell.

27 My heart is troubled and restless. Days of suffering torment me.

28 I walk in gloom, without sunlight. I stand in the public square and cry for help.

29 Instead, I am considered a brother to jackals and a companion to owls.

30 My skin has turned dark, and my bones burn with fever.

31 My harp plays sad music, and my flute accompanies those who weep.

New International Version NIV

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.