Job 30:1 WEB: 


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Job 30:1: 
"But now those who are younger than I, have me in derision, Whose fathers I would have disdained to put with my sheep dogs.

Job 30:2: 
Of what use is the strength of their hands to me, Men in whom ripe age has perished?

Job 30:3: 
They are gaunt from lack and famine. They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of waste and desolation.

Job 30:4: 
They pluck salt herbs by the bushes. The roots of the broom are their food.

Job 30:5: 
They are driven forth from the midst of men; They cry after them as after a thief;

Job 30:6: 
So that they dwell in frightful valleys, And in holes of the earth and of the rocks.

Job 30:7: 
Among the bushes they bray; And under the nettles they are gathered together.

Job 30:8: 
They are children of fools, yes, children of base men. They were flogged out of the land.

Job 30:9: 
"Now I have become their song. Yes, I am a byword to them.

Job 30:10: 
They abhor me, they stand aloof from me, And don't hesitate to spit in my face.

Job 30:11: 
For he has untied his cord, and afflicted me; And they have thrown off restraint before me.

Job 30:12: 
On my right hand rise the rabble. They thrust aside my feet, They cast up against me their ways of destruction.

Job 30:13: 
They mar my path, They set forward my calamity, Without anyone's help.

Job 30:14: 
As through a wide breach they come, In the midst of the ruin they roll themselves in.

Job 30:15: 
Terrors are turned on me. They chase my honor as the wind. My welfare has passed away as a cloud.

Job 30:16: 
"Now my soul is poured out within me. Days of affliction have taken hold on me.

Job 30:17: 
In the night season my bones are pierced in me, And the pains that gnaw me take no rest.

Job 30:18: 
By great force is my garment disfigured. It binds me about as the collar of my coat.

Job 30:19: 
He has cast me into the mire. I have become like dust and ashes.

Job 30:20: 
I cry to you, and you do not answer me. I stand up, and you gaze at me.

Job 30:21: 
You have turned to be cruel to me. With the might of your hand you persecute me.

Job 30:22: 
You lift me up to the wind, and drive me with it. You dissolve me in the storm.

Job 30:23: 
For I know that you will bring me to death, To the house appointed for all living.

Job 30:24: 
"However doesn't one stretch out a hand in his fall? Or in his calamity therefore cry for help?

Job 30:25: 
Didn't I weep for him who was in trouble? Wasn't my soul grieved for the needy?

Job 30:26: 
When I looked for good, then evil came; When I waited for light, there came darkness.

Job 30:27: 
My heart is troubled, and doesn't rest. Days of affliction have come on me.

Job 30:28: 
I go mourning without the sun. I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.

Job 30:29: 
I am a brother to jackals, And a companion to ostriches.

Job 30:30: 
My skin grows black and peels from me. My bones are burned with heat.

Job 30:31: 
Therefore is my harp turned to mourning, And my pipe into the voice of those who weep.