Chapter 30

JOB.30:1 “But now they mock at me, men younger than I, Whose fathers I disdained to put with the dogs of my flock.
JOB.30:2 Indeed, what profit is the strength of their hands to me? Their vigor has perished.
JOB.30:3 They are gaunt from want and famine, Fleeing late to the wilderness, desolate and waste,
JOB.30:4 Who pluck mallow by the bushes, And broom tree roots for their food.
JOB.30:5 They were driven out from among men, They shouted at them as at a thief.
JOB.30:6 They had to live in the clefts of the valleys, In caves of the earth and the rocks.
JOB.30:7 Among the bushes they brayed, Under the nettles they nestled.
JOB.30:8 They were sons of fools, Yes, sons of vile men; They were scourged from the land.
JOB.30:9 “And now I am their taunting song; Yes, I am their byword.
JOB.30:10 They abhor me, they keep far from me; They do not hesitate to spit in my face.
JOB.30:11 Because He has loosed my bowstring and afflicted me, They have cast off restraint before me.
JOB.30:12 At my right hand the rabble arises; They push away my feet, And they raise against me their ways of destruction.
JOB.30:13 They break up my path, They promote my calamity; They have no helper.
JOB.30:14 They come as broad breakers; Under the ruinous storm they roll along.
JOB.30:15 Terrors are turned upon me; They pursue my honor as the wind, And my prosperity has passed like a cloud.
JOB.30:16 “And now my soul is poured out because of my plight; The days of affliction take hold of me.
JOB.30:17 My bones are pierced in me at night, And my gnawing pains take no rest.
JOB.30:18 By great force my garment is disfigured; It binds me about as the collar of my coat.
JOB.30:19 He has cast me into the mire, And I have become like dust and ashes.
JOB.30:20 “I cry out to You, but You do not answer me; I stand up, and You regard me.
JOB.30:21 But You have become cruel to me; With the strength of Your hand You oppose me.
JOB.30:22 You lift me up to the wind and cause me to ride on it; You spoil my success.
JOB.30:23 For I know that You will bring me to death, And to the house appointed for all living.
JOB.30:24 “Surely He would not stretch out His hand against a heap of ruins, If they cry out when He destroys it.
JOB.30:25 Have I not wept for him who was in trouble? Has not my soul grieved for the poor?
JOB.30:26 But when I looked for good, evil came to me; And when I waited for light, then came darkness.
JOB.30:27 My heart is in turmoil and cannot rest; Days of affliction confront me.
JOB.30:28 I go about mourning, but not in the sun; I stand up in the assembly and cry out for help.
JOB.30:29 I am a brother of jackals, And a companion of ostriches.
JOB.30:30 My skin grows black and falls from me; My bones burn with fever.
JOB.30:31 My harp is turned to mourning, And my flute to the voice of those who weep.


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