Job, 30

¹ “Now they laugh at me —Men younger than I am, Whose fathers I would have refused To put with the dogs that guarded my flock.

² Of what use was the power of their hands to me? Their vigor has perished.

³ They are worn out from want and hunger; They gnaw at the parched ground That was already ruined and desolated.

⁴ They gather the salt herb from the bushes; Their food is the root of broom trees.

⁵ They are driven out of the community; People shout at them as they would at a thief.

⁶ They live on the slopes of ravines,^*1 In holes in the ground and in the rocks.

Or “wadis.”

⁷ From the bushes they cry out And huddle together among the nettles.

⁸ As sons of the senseless and the nameless ones, They have been driven^*1 out of the land.

Lit., “scourged.”

⁹ But now they mock me even in their songs; I have become an object of scorn^*1 to them.

Lit., “a proverb; a byword.”

¹⁰ They detest me and keep their distance from me; They do not hesitate to spit in my face.

¹¹ Because God has disarmed me^*1 and humbled me, They throw off all restraint^*2 in my presence.

Lit., “loosened my bowstring.”
Or “They cast off the bridle.”

¹² On my right they rise up like a mob; They put me to flight And put up barriers of destruction in my path.

¹³ They tear up my roadways And make my calamity worse, Without anyone to stop them.^*1

Or possibly, “Without anyone helping them.”

¹⁴ They come as if through a wide breach in the wall; They roll in amid the devastation.

¹⁵ Terror overwhelms me; My dignity is driven away like the wind, And my salvation vanishes like a cloud.

¹⁶ Now my life^*1 ebbs from me; Days of affliction take hold of me.

Or “soul.”

¹⁷ Aching pierces my bones^*1 at night; The gnawing pain never stops.

Lit., “My bones are bored through.”

¹⁸ With great force my garment is disfigured;^*1 Like the collar of my garment, it chokes me.

Or possibly, “The severity of my affliction disfigures me.”

¹⁹ God has thrown me down into the mud; I am reduced to dust and ashes.

²⁰ I cry to you for help, but you do not answer me; I stand up, but you just look at me.

²¹ You have cruelly turned against me; With the full might of your hand, you assault me.

²² You pick me up and carry me off with the wind; Then you toss me about in the storm.^*1

Or possibly, “dissolve me with a crash.”

²³ For I know that you will bring me down to death, To the house where everyone living will meet.

²⁴ But no one would strike at a broken man^*1 As he cries for help during his time of disaster.

Lit., “a heap of ruins.”

²⁵ Have I not wept for those who have fallen on hard times?^*1 Have I^*2 not grieved for the poor?

Or “who are having a hard day?”
Or “Has my soul.”

²⁶ Although I hoped for good, bad came; I expected the light, but darkness came.

²⁷ The churning inside me did not stop; Days of affliction confronted me.

²⁸ I walk about gloomy; there is no sunlight. In the assembly, I rise and cry for help.

²⁹ I have become a brother to jackals And a companion to the daughters of the ostrich.

³⁰ My skin has blackened and fallen off; My bones burn from the heat.^*1

Or possibly, “fever.”

³¹ My harp is used only for mourning, And my flute^*1 for the sound of weeping.

Or “pipe.”

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