Job 30
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1 But now they that are
younger than I have me in derision, whose fathers I would have disdained to have
set with the dogs of my flock.
2 Yea, whereto might the strength
of their hands profit me, in whom old age was perished?
3 For want and famine they were
solitary; fleeing into the wilderness in former time desolate and waste.
4 Who cut up mallows by the bushes, and
juniper roots for their meat.
5 They were driven forth from among men,
(they cried after them as after a thief;)
6 To dwell in the clifts of the valleys, in
caves of the earth, and in the rocks.
7 Among the bushes they brayed; under the
nettles they were gathered together.
8 They were children of fools, yea,
children of base men: they were viler than the earth.
9 And now am I their song, yea, I am their
byword.
10 They abhor me, they flee far from me,
and spare not to spit in my face.
11 Because he hath loosed my cord, and
afflicted me, they have also let loose the bridle before me.
12 Upon my right hand rise
the youth; they push away my feet, and they raise up against me the ways of
their destruction.
13 They mar my path, they set forward my
calamity, they have no helper.
14 They came upon me as a wide
breaking in of waters: in the desolation they rolled themselves upon
me.
15 Terrors are turned upon
me: they pursue my soul as the wind: and my welfare passeth away as a cloud.
16 And now my soul is poured out upon me;
the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
17 My bones are pierced in me in the night
season: and my sinews take no rest.
18 By the great force of my disease
is my garment changed: it bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.
19 He hath cast me into the mire, and I am
become like dust and ashes.
20 I cry unto thee, and thou dost not hear
me: I stand up, and thou regardest me not.
21 Thou art become cruel to me: with thy
strong hand thou opposest thyself against me.
22 Thou liftest me up to the wind; thou
causest me to ride upon it, and dissolvest my substance.
23 For I know that thou wilt bring
me to death, and to the house appointed for all living.
24 Howbeit he will not stretch out his
hand to the grave, though they cry in his destruction.
25 Did not I weep for him that was in
trouble? was not my soul grieved for the poor?
26 When I looked for good, then evil came unto
me: and when I waited for light, there came darkness.
27 My bowels boiled, and rested not: the
days of affliction prevented me.
28 I went mourning without the sun: I
stood up, and I cried in the congregation.
29 I am a brother to dragons, and a
companion to owls.
30 My skin is black upon me, and my bones
are burned with heat.
31 My harp also is turned to
mourning, and my organ into the voice of them that weep.
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