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.
30:2: Of what use is the strength of their hands to me, Men in whom ripe age has perished?
30:3: They are gaunt from lack and famine. They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of waste and desolation.
30:4: They pluck salt herbs by the bushes. The roots of the broom are their food.
30:5: They are driven forth from the midst of men; They cry after them as after a thief;
30:6: So that they dwell in frightful valleys, And in holes of the earth and of the rocks.
30:7: Among the bushes they bray; And under the nettles they are gathered together.
30:8: They are children of fools, yes, children of base men. They were flogged out of the land.
30:9: "Now I have become their song. Yes, I am a byword to them.
30:10: They abhor me, they stand aloof from me, And don't hesitate to spit in my face.
30:11: For he has untied his cord, and afflicted me; And they have thrown off restraint before me.
30:12: On my right hand rise the rabble. They thrust aside my feet, They cast up against me their ways of destruction.
30:13: They mar my path, They set forward my calamity, Without anyone's help.
30:14: As through a wide breach they come, In the midst of the ruin they roll themselves in.
30:15: Terrors are turned on me. They chase my honor as the wind. My welfare has passed away as a cloud.
30:16: "Now my soul is poured out within me. Days of affliction have taken hold on me.
30:17: In the night season my bones are pierced in me, And the pains that gnaw me take no rest.
30:18: By great force is my garment disfigured. It binds me about as the collar of my coat.
30:19: He has cast me into the mire. I have become like dust and ashes.
30:20: I cry to you, and you do not answer me. I stand up, and you gaze at me.
30:21: You have turned to be cruel to me. With the might of your hand you persecute me.
30:22: You lift me up to the wind, and drive me with it. You dissolve me in the storm.
30:23: For I know that you will bring me to death, To the house appointed for all living.
30:24: "However doesn't one stretch out a hand in his fall? Or in his calamity therefore cry for help?
30:25: Didn't I weep for him who was in trouble? Wasn't my soul grieved for the needy?
30:26: When I looked for good, then evil came; When I waited for light, there came darkness.
30:27: My heart is troubled, and doesn't rest. Days of affliction have come on me.
30:28: I go mourning without the sun. I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.
30:29: I am a brother to jackals, And a companion to ostriches.
30:30: My skin grows black and peels from me. My bones are burned with heat.
30:31: Therefore is my harp turned to mourning, And my pipe into the voice of those who weep.
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