Job 30

1But now they that are younger than I have me in derision, Whose fathers I disdained to set with the dogs of my flock.

1But now those who are younger than I make sport of me; those whose fathers I would not have put with the dogs of my flocks.

2Yea, the strength of their hands, whereto should it profit me? Men in whom ripe age is perished.

2Of what use is the strength of their hands to me? all force is gone from them.

3They are gaunt with want and famine; They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of wasteness and desolation.

3They are wasted for need of food, biting the dry earth; their only hope of life is in the waste land.

4They pluck salt-wort by the bushes; And the roots of the broom are their food.

4They are pulling off the salt leaves from the brushwood, and making a meal of roots.

5They are driven forth from the midst of men; They cry after them as after a thief;

5They are sent out from among their townsmen, men are crying after them as thieves

6So that they dwell in frightful valleys, In holes of the earth and of the rocks.

6They have to get a resting-place in the hollows of the valleys, in holes of the earth and rocks.

7Among the bushes they bray; Under the nettles they are gathered together.

7They make noises like asses among the brushwood; they get together under the thorns.

8They arechildren of fools, yea, children of base men; They were scourged out of the land.

8They are sons of shame, and of men without a name, who have been forced out of the land.

9 And now I am become their song, Yea, I am a byword unto them.

9And now I have become their song, and I am a word of shame to them.

10They abhor me, they stand aloof from me, And spare not to spit in my face.

10I am disgusting to them; they keep away from me, and put marks of shame on me.

11For he hath loosed his cord, and afflicted me; And they have cast off the bridle before me.

11For he has made loose the cord of my bow, and put me to shame; he has sent down my flag to the earth before me.

12Upon my right hand rise the rabble; They thrust aside my feet, And they cast up against me their ways of destruction.

12The lines of his men of war put themselves in order, and make high their ways of destruction against me:

13They mar my path, They set forward my calamity, Even men that have no helper.

13They have made waste my roads, with a view to my destruction; his bowmen come round about me;

14As through a wide breach they come: In the midst of the ruin they roll themselves upon me.

14As through a wide broken place in the wall they come on, I am overturned by the shock of their attack.

15Terrors are turned upon me; They chase mine honor as the wind; And my welfare is passed away as a cloud.

15Fears have come on me; my hope is gone like the wind, and my well-being like a cloud.

16 And now my soul is poured out within me; Days of affliction have taken hold upon me.

16But now my soul is turned to water in me, days of trouble overtake me:

17In the night season my bones are pierced in me, And thepainsthat gnaw me take no rest.

17The flesh is gone from my bones, and they give me no rest; there is no end to my pains.

18By God’sgreat force is my garment disfigured; It bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.

18With great force he takes a grip of my clothing, pulling me by the neck of my coat.

19He hath cast me into the mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.

19Truly God has made me low, even to the earth, and I have become like dust.

20I cry unto thee, and thou dost not answer me: I stand up, and thou gazest at me.

20You give no answer to my cry, and take no note of my prayer.

21Thou art turned to be cruel to me; With the might of thy hand thou persecutest me.

21You have become cruel to me; the strength of your hand is hard on me.

22Thou liftest me up to the wind, thou causest me to rideupon it; And thou dissolvest me in the storm.

22Lifting me up, you make me go on the wings of the wind; I am broken up by the storm.

23For I know that thou wilt bring me to death, And to the house appointed for all living.

23For I am certain that you will send me back to death, and to the meeting-place ordered for all living.

24 Howbeit doth not one stretch out the hand in his fall? Or in his calamity therefore cry for help?

24Has not my hand been stretched out in help to the poor? have I not been a saviour to him in his trouble?

25Did not I weep for him that was in trouble? Was not my soul grieved for the needy?

25Have I not been weeping for the crushed? and was not my soul sad for him who was in need?

26When I looked for good, then evil came; And when I waited for light, there came darkness.

26For I was looking for good, and evil came; I was waiting for light, and it became dark.

27My heart is troubled, and resteth not; Days of affliction are come upon me.

27My feelings are strongly moved, and give me no rest; days of trouble have overtaken me.

28I go mourning without the sun: I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.

28I go about in dark clothing, uncomforted; I get up in the public place, crying out for help.

29I am a brother to jackals, And a companion to ostriches.

29I have become a brother to the jackals, and go about in the company of ostriches.

30My skin is black, and fallethfrom me, And my bones are burned with heat.

30My skin is black and dropping off me; and my bones are burning with the heat of my disease.

31Therefore is my harpturnedto mourning, And my pipe into the voice of them that weep.

31And my music has been turned to sorrow, and the sound of my pipe into the noise of weeping.