Job 30 – New International Version (NIV)
- “But now they mock me, men younger than I, whose fathers I would have disdained to put with my sheep dogs.
- Of what use was the strength of their hands to me, since their vigor had gone from them?
- Haggard from want and hunger, they roamed[a] the parched land in desolate wastelands at night.
- In the brush they gathered salt herbs, and their food[b] was the root of the broom bush.
- They were banished from human society, shouted at as if they were thieves.
- They were forced to live in the dry stream beds, among the rocks and in holes in the ground.
- They brayed among the bushes and huddled in the undergrowth.
- A base and nameless brood, they were driven out of the land.
- “And now those young men mock me in song; I have become a byword among them.
- They detest me and keep their distance; they do not hesitate to spit in my face.
- Now that God has unstrung my bow and afflicted me, they throw off restraint in my presence.
- On my right the tribe[c] attacks; they lay snares for my feet, they build their siege ramps against me.
- They break up my road; they succeed in destroying me. ‘No one can help him,’ they say.
- They advance as through a gaping breach; amid the ruins they come rolling in.
- Terrors overwhelm me; my dignity is driven away as by the wind, my safety vanishes like a cloud.
- “And now my life ebbs away; days of suffering grip me.
- Night pierces my bones; my gnawing pains never rest.
- In his great power God becomes like clothing to me[d]; he binds me like the neck of my garment.
- He throws me into the mud, and I am reduced to dust and ashes.
- “I cry out to you, God, but you do not answer; I stand up, but you merely look at me.
- You turn on me ruthlessly; with the might of your hand you attack me.
- You snatch me up and drive me before the wind; you toss me about in the storm.
- I know you will bring me down to death, to the place appointed for all the living.
- “Surely no one lays a hand on a broken man when he cries for help in his distress.
- Have I not wept for those in trouble? Has not my soul grieved for the poor?
- Yet when I hoped for good, evil came; when I looked for light, then came darkness.
- The churning inside me never stops; days of suffering confront me.
- I go about blackened, but not by the sun; I stand up in the assembly and cry for help.
- I have become a brother of jackals, a companion of owls.
- My skin grows black and peels; my body burns with fever.
- My lyre is tuned to mourning, and my pipe to the sound of wailing.
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Job 30 – King James Version (KJV)
- But now they that are younger than I have me in derision, Whose fathers I would have disdained to have set with the dogs of my flock.
- Yea, whereto might the strength of their hands profit me, In whom old age was perished?
- For want and famine they were solitary; Fleeing into the wilderness in former time desolate and waste.
- Who cut up mallows by the bushes, And juniper roots for their meat.
- They were driven forth from among men, (They cried after them as after a thief;)
- To dwell in the cliffs of the valleys, in caves of the earth, and in the rocks.
- Among the bushes they brayed; Under the nettles they were gathered together.
- They were children of fools, yea, children of base men: They were viler than the earth.
- And now am I their song, Yea, I am their byword.
- They abhor me, they flee far from me, And spare not to spit in my face.
- Because he hath loosed my cord, and afflicted me, They have also let loose the bridle before me.
- Upon my right hand rise the youth; They push away my feet, And they raise up against me the ways of their destruction.
- They mar my path, They set forward my calamity, They have no helper.
- They came upon me as a wide breaking in of waters: In the desolation they rolled themselves upon me.
- Terrors are turned upon me: They pursue my soul as the wind: And my welfare passeth away as a cloud.
- And now my soul is poured out upon me; The days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
- My bones are pierced in me in the night season: And my sinews take no rest.
- By the great force of my disease is my garment changed: It bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.
- He hath cast me into the mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.
- I cry unto thee, and thou dost not hear me: I stand up, and thou regardest me not.
- Thou art become cruel to me: With thy strong hand thou opposest thyself against me.
- Thou liftest me up to the wind; thou causest me to ride upon it, And dissolvest my substance.
- For I know that thou wilt bring me to death, And to the house appointed for all living.
- Howbeit he will not stretch out his hand to the grave, Though they cry in his destruction.
- Did not I weep for him that was in trouble? Was not my soul grieved for the poor?
- When I looked for good, then evil came unto me: And when I waited for light, there came darkness.
- My bowels boiled, and rested not: The days of affliction prevented me.
- I went mourning without the sun: I stood up, and I cried in the congregation.
- I am a brother to dragons, And a companion to owls.
- My skin is black upon me, And my bones are burned with heat.
- My harp also is turned to mourning, And my organ into the voice of them that weep.
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