Job 30

Job’s Present State Is Humiliating

But now those younger than I a mock me,
Whose fathers I disdained to put with the dogs of my flock.
Indeed, what good was the strength of their hands to me?
Vigor had perished from them.
From want and famine they are gaunt
Who gnaw the dry ground by night in waste and desolation,
Who pluck
I.e. plant of the salt marshes
mallow by the bushes,
And whose food is the root of the broom shrub.
They are driven from the community;
They shout against them as against a thief,
So that they dwell in dreadful
Or wadis
In holes of the earth and of the rocks.
Among the bushes they
Or bray
cry out;
Under the nettles they are gathered together.
Lit Sons of fools
Fools, even
Lit sons
those without a name,
They were scourged from the land.

And now I have become their
Lit song
h taunt,
I have even become a i byword to them.
10 They abhor me and stand aloof from me,
And they do not
Lit withhold spit from my face
refrain from k spitting at my face.
11 Because
Or they
He has loosed
Some mss read my
Or cord
bowstring and o afflicted me,
They have cast off p the bridle before me.
12 On the right hand their
Possibly sprout or offspring
brood arises;
They r thrust aside my feet s and build up against me their ways of destruction.
13 “They t break up my path,
They profit
Lit for
from my destruction;
No one restrains them.
14 “As through a wide breach they come,
Lit Under
Amid the tempest they roll on.
15  w Terrors are turned against me;
They pursue my
Or nobility
honor as the wind,
And my
Or welfare
prosperity has passed away z like a cloud.

16 And now aa my soul is poured out
Lit upon
within me;
Days of affliction have seized me.
17 At night it pierces ac my bones
Lit from upon
within me,
And my gnawing pains take no rest.
18 By a great force my garment is ae distorted;
It binds me about as the collar of my coat.
19 He has cast me into the af mire,
And I have become like dust and ashes.
20 “I ag cry out to You for help, but You do not answer me;
I stand up, and You turn Your attention against me.
21 “You have
Lit turned to be
become cruel to me;
With the might of Your hand You ai persecute me.
22 “You aj lift me up to the wind and cause me to ride;
And You dissolve me in a storm.
23 For I know that You ak will bring me to death
And to the al house of meeting for all living.

24 Yet does not one in a heap of ruins stretch out his hand,
Or in his disaster therefore am cry out for help?
25 “Have I not an wept for the
Lit hard of day
one whose life is hard?
Was not my soul grieved for ap the needy?
26 When I aq expected good, then evil came;
When I waited for light ar then darkness came.
Lit My inward parts are boiling
I am seething at within and cannot relax;
Days of affliction confront me.
28 I go about
Or blackened, but not by the heat of the sun
av mourning without comfort;
I stand up in the assembly and aw cry out for help.
29 I have become a brother to ax jackals
And a companion of ostriches.
30 “My ay skin turns black
Lit from upon
on me,
And my ba bones burn with
Lit heat
31 “Therefore my bc harp
Lit becomes
is turned to mourning,
And my flute to the sound of those who weep.

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