‏ Job 30

Job’s Present State Is Humiliating

1But now those younger than I amock me,
Whose fathers I disdained to put with the dogs of my flock.
2Indeed, what good was the strength of their hands to me?
Vigor had perished from them.
3From want and famine they are gaunt
Who gnaw the dry ground by night in waste and desolation,
4Who pluck
I.e. plant of the salt marshes
mallow by the bushes,
And whose food is the root of the broom shrub.
5They are driven from the community;
They shout against them as against a thief,
6So that they dwell in dreadful
Or wadis
valleys,
In holes of the earth and of the rocks.
7Among the bushes they
Or bray
cry out;
Under the nettles they are gathered together.
8
Lit Sons of fools
Fools, even
Lit sons
those without a name,
They were scourged from the land.

9And now I have become their
Lit song
,
htaunt,
I have even become a ibyword to them.
10They abhor me and stand aloof from me,
And they do not
Lit withhold spit from my face
refrain from kspitting at my face.
11Because
Or they
He has loosed
Some mss read my
His
Or cord
bowstring and oafflicted me,
They have cast off pthe bridle before me.
12On the right hand their
Possibly sprout or offspring
brood arises;
They rthrust aside my feet sand build up against me their ways of destruction.
13“They tbreak 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 wTerrors are turned against me;
They pursue my
Or nobility
honor as the wind,
And my
Or welfare
prosperity has passed away zlike a cloud.

16And now aamy soul is poured out
Lit upon
within me;
Days of affliction have seized me.
17At night it pierces acmy bones
Lit from upon
within me,
And my gnawing pains take no rest.
18By a great force my garment is aedistorted;
It binds me about as the collar of my coat.
19He has cast me into the afmire,
And I have become like dust and ashes.
20“I agcry 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 aipersecute me.
22“You ajlift me up to the wind and cause me to ride;
And You dissolve me in a storm.
23For I know that You akwill bring me to death
And to the alhouse of meeting for all living.

24Yet does not one in a heap of ruins stretch out his hand,
Or in his disaster therefore amcry out for help?
25“Have I not anwept for the
Lit hard of day
one whose life is hard?
Was not my soul grieved for apthe needy?
26When I aqexpected good, then evil came;
When I waited for light, arthen darkness came.
27
Lit My inward parts are boiling
I am seething atwithin and cannot relax;
Days of affliction confront me.
28I go about
Or blackened, but not by the heat of the sun
,
avmourning without comfort;
I stand up in the assembly and awcry out for help.
29I have become a brother to axjackals
And a companion of ostriches.
30“My ayskin turns black
Lit from upon
on me,
And my babones burn with
Lit heat
fever.
31“Therefore my bcharp
Lit becomes
is turned to mourning,
And my flute to the sound of those who weep.

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