Job 30

Job Chapter 30 ESV

1Job lamenteth the change of his honour into extreme contempt; 15and of his prosperity into the deepest distress.
1 “But now they 1laugh at me, men who are 2younger than I, whose fathers I would have disdained to set with the dogs of my flock.
2 What could I gain from the strength of their hands, 1men whose 2vigor is gone?
3 Through want and hard hunger they 1gnaw 2the dry ground by night in 3waste and desolation;
4 they pick saltwort and the leaves of bushes, and the roots of the broom tree for their food.a
5 1They are driven out from human company; they shout after them as after a thief.
6 In the gullies of the torrents they must dwell, in holes of the earth and of 1the rocks.
7 Among the bushes they 1bray; under 2the nettles they huddle together.
8 A senseless, a nameless brood, they have been whipped out of the land.
9 “And now I have become their 1song; I am 2a byword to them.
10 They 1abhor me; they keep aloof from me; they do not hesitate to 2spit at the sight of me.
11 Because God has loosed my cord and humbled me, they have cast off restrainta in my presence.
12 On my 1right hand the rabble rise; they push away my feet; they 2cast up against me their ways of destruction.
13 They break up my path; they promote my 1calamity; they need no one to help them.
14 As through a wide 1breach they come; amid the crash they roll on.
15 1Terrors are turned upon me; my honor is pursued as by the wind, and my prosperity has passed away like 2a cloud.
16 “And now my soul is 1poured out within me; days of affliction have taken hold of me.
17 1The night 2racks my bones, and the pain that 3gnaws me takes no rest.
18 With great force my garment is 1disfigured; it binds me about like the collar of my tunic.
19 Goda has cast me into the mire, and I have become like 1dust and ashes.
20 I cry to you for help and you do not answer me; I stand, and you only look at me.
21 You have 1turned cruel to me; with the might of your hand you 2persecute me.
22 1You lift me up on the wind; you make me ride on it, and you toss me about in the roar of the storm.
23 1For I know that you will bring me to death and to the house appointed for 2all living.
24 “Yet does not one in a 1heap of ruins stretch out his hand, and in his disaster cry for help?a
25 Did not I 1weep for him whose day was hard? Was not my soul grieved for the needy?
26 But 1when I hoped for good, evil came, and when I waited for light, 2darkness came.
27 My inward parts are in turmoil and never still; days of affliction 1come to meet me.
28 I 1go about darkened, but not by the sun; I stand up in 2the assembly and cry for help.
29 I am a brother of 1jackals and a companion of 2ostriches.
30 My 1skin turns black and falls from me, and my 2bones burn with heat.
31 My 1lyre is 2turned to mourning, and my 3pipe to the voice of those who weep.
Job 30

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