NASB77 Job 30 Chapter
30:1
"BUT now those younger than I mock me, Whose fathers I disdained to put with the dogs of my flock.
30:2
"Indeed, what [good was] the strength of their hands to me? Vigor had perished from them.
30:3
"From want and famine they are gaunt Who gnaw the dry ground by night in waste and desolation,
30:4
Who pluck mallow by the bushes, And whose food is the root of the broom shrub.
30:5
"They are driven from the community; They shout against them as [against] a thief,
30:6
So that they dwell in dreadful valleys, In holes of the earth and of the rocks.
30:7
"Among the bushes they cry out; Under the nettles they are gathered together.
30:8
"Fools, even those without a name, They were scourged from the land.
30:9
"And now I have become their taunt, I have even become a byword to them.
30:10
"They abhor me [and] stand aloof from me, And they do not refrain from spitting at my face.
30:11
"Because He has loosed His bowstring and afflicted me, They have cast off the bridle before me.
30:12
"On the right hand their brood arises; They thrust aside my feet and build up against me their ways of destruction.
30:13
"They break up my path, They profit from my destruction, No one restrains them.
30:14
"As [through] a wide breach they come, Amid the tempest they roll on.
30:15
"Terrors are turned against me, They pursue my honor as the wind, And my prosperity has passed away like a cloud.
30:16
"And now my soul is poured out within me; Days of affliction have seized me.
30:17
"At night it pierces my bones within me, And my gnawing [pains] take no rest.
30:18
"By a great force my garment is distorted; It binds me about as the collar of my coat.
30:19
"He has cast me into the mire, And I have become like dust and ashes.
30:20
"I cry out to Thee for help, but Thou dost not answer me; I stand up, and Thou dost turn Thy attention against me.
30:21
"Thou hast become cruel to me; With the might of Thy hand Thou dost persecute me.
30:22
"Thou dost lift me up to the wind [and] cause me to ride; And Thou dost dissolve me in a storm.
30:23
"For I know that Thou wilt bring me to death And to the house of meeting for all living.
30:24
"Yet does not one in a heap of ruins stretch out [his] hand, Or in his disaster therefore cry out for help?
30:25
"Have I not wept for the one whose life is hard? Was not my soul grieved for the needy?
30:26
"When I expected good, then evil came; When I waited for light, then darkness came.
30:27
"I am seething within, and cannot relax; Days of affliction confront me.
30:28
"I go about mourning without comfort; I stand up in the assembly [and] cry out for help.
30:29
"I have become a brother to jackals, And a companion of ostriches.
30:30
"My skin turns black on me, And my bones burn with fever.
30:31
"Therefore my harp is turned to mourning, And my flute to the sound of those who weep.