Job 30 | ESV | STEP | But now they laugh at me, men who are younger than I, whose fathers I would have disdained to set with the dogs of my flock .

‏ Job 30

1 “But now they ^alaugh at me,
men who are ^byounger than I,
whose fathers I would have disdained
to set with the dogs of my flock.
2 What could I gain from the strength of their hands,
^cmen whose ^dvigor is gone?
3 Through want and hard hunger
they ^egnaw ^fthe dry ground by night in ^gwaste and desolation;
4 they pick saltwort and the leaves of bushes,
and the roots of the broom tree for their food. ^{▼▼Or warmth}
5 ⁱThey are driven out from human company;
they shout after them as after a thief.
6 In the gullies of the torrents they must dwell,
in holes of the earth and of ^jthe rocks.
7 Among the bushes they ^kbray;
under ^lthe nettles they huddle together.
8 A senseless, a nameless brood,
they have been whipped out of the land.
9 “And now I have become their ^msong;
I am ⁿa byword to them.
10 They ^oabhor me; they keep aloof from me;
they do not hesitate to ^pspit at the sight of me.
11 Because God has loosed my cord and humbled me,
they have cast off restraint ^{▼▼Hebrew the bridle} in my presence.
12 On my ^rright hand the rabble rise;
they push away my feet;
they ^scast up against me their ways of destruction.
13 They break up my path;
they promote my ^tcalamity;
they need no one to help them.
14 As through a wide ^ubreach they come;
amid the crash they roll on.
15 ^vTerrors are turned upon me;
my honor is pursued as by the wind,
and my prosperity has passed away like ^wa cloud.
16 “And now my soul is ^xpoured out within me;
days of affliction have taken hold of me.
17 ^yThe night ^zracks my bones,
and the pain that ^aagnaws me takes no rest.
18 With great force my garment is ^abdisfigured;
it binds me about like the collar of my tunic.
19 God ^{▼▼Hebrew He} has cast me into the mire,
and I have become like ^addust and ashes.
20 I cry to you for help and you do not answer me;
I stand, and you only look at me.
21 You have ^aeturned cruel to me;
with the might of your hand you ^afpersecute me.
22 ^agYou lift me up on the wind; you make me ride on it,
and you toss me about in the roar of the storm.
23 ^ahFor I know that you will bring me to death
and to the house appointed for ^aiall living.
24 “Yet does not one in a ^ajheap of ruins stretch out his hand,
and in his disaster cry for help? ^{▼▼The meaning of the Hebrew is uncertain}
25 Did not I ^alweep for him whose day was hard?
Was not my soul grieved for the needy?
26 But ^amwhen I hoped for good, evil came,
and when I waited for light, ^andarkness came.
27 My inward parts are in turmoil and never still;
days of affliction ^aocome to meet me.
28 I ^apgo about darkened, but not by the sun;
I stand up in ^aqthe assembly and cry for help.
29 I am a brother of ^arjackals
and a companion of ^asostriches.
30 My ^atskin turns black and falls from me,
and my ^aubones burn with heat.
31 My ^avlyre is ^awturned to mourning,
and my ^axpipe to the voice of those who weep.