Job 301But now they mock a me,men younger than I am,
whose fathers I would have refused to put
with my sheep dogs.
2 What use to me was the strength of their hands?
Their vigor had left them.
3 Emaciated from poverty and hunger,
they gnawed the dry land,
the desolate wasteland by night.
4 They plucked mallow ▼
▼Or saltwort, c among the shrubs,
and the roots of the broom tree were their food.
5 They were expelled from human society;
people shouted at them as if they were thieves.
6 They are living on the slopes of the ▼
▼wadi: A seasonal stream that flows only in the rainy seasonwadis,
among the rocks and in holes in the ground.
7 They bray among the shrubs;
they huddle beneath the thistles.
8 Foolish e men, without even a name.
They were forced to leave the land.
9 Now I am mocked by their songs; f
I have become an object of scorn to them.
10 They despise me and keep their distance from me; g
they do not hesitate to spit h in my face.
11 Because God has loosened my ▼
▼Alt Hb tradition, LXX, Vg read Hisbowstring and oppressed me,
they have cast off restraint in my presence. j
12 The rabble ▼
▼Hb obscurerise up at my right;
they trap ▼
▼Lit stretch outmy feet
and construct their siege ramp ▼
▼Lit and raise up their destructive pathsagainst me. n
13 They tear up my path;
they contribute to my destruction o
without anyone to help them.
14 They advance as through a gaping breach;
they keep rolling in through the ruins. p
15 Terrors q are turned loose against me;
they chase my dignity away like the wind,
and my prosperity has passed by like a cloud.
16 Now my life is poured out before my eyes,
and days of suffering r have seized me.
17 Night pierces my bones,
but my gnawing pains never rest. s
18 My clothing is distorted with great force;
He chokes me by the neck of my garment. ▼
19 He throws me into the mud,
and I have become like dust and ashes. u
20 I cry out to You for help, but You do not answer me; v
when I stand up, You merely look at me.
21 You have turned against me with cruelty;
You harass w me with Your strong hand.
22 You lift me up on the wind and make me ride it;
You scatter me in the storm. x
23 Yes, I know that You will lead me to death –
the place y appointed for all who live.
24 Yet no one would stretch out his hand
against a ruined man ▼
▼Lit a heap of ruins
when he cries out to him for help
because of his distress. aa
25 Have I not wept for those who have fallen on hard times?
Has my soul not grieved for the needy? ab
26 But when I hoped for good, evil came;
when I looked for light, darkness ac came.
27 I am churning within ▼
▼Lit My bowels boiland cannot rest;
days of suffering confront me.
28 I walk about blackened, but not by the sun. ▼
▼Or walk in sunless gloom
I stood in the assembly and cried out for help.
29 I have become a brother to jackals
and a companion of ostriches.
30 My skin blackens and flakes off ▼
▼Lit blackens away from me
and my bones burn with fever. ag
31 My lyre is used for mourning
and my flute for the sound of weeping. ah
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