Job - Chapter 30 | Good News Translation

  • 1. But men younger than I am make fun of me now! Their fathers have always been so worthless that I wouldn't let them help my dogs guard sheep.
  • 2. They were a bunch of worn-out men, too weak to do any work for me.
  • 3. They were so poor and hungry that they would gnaw dry roots--- at night, in wild, desolate places.
  • 4. They pulled up the plants of the desert and ate them, even the tasteless roots of the broom tree!
  • 5. Everyone drove them away with shouts, as if they were shouting at thieves.
  • 6. They had to live in caves, in holes dug in the sides of cliffs.
  • 7. Out in the wilds they howled like animals and huddled together under the bushes.
  • 8. A worthless bunch of nameless nobodies! They were driven out of the land.
  • 9. Now they come and laugh at me; I am nothing but a joke to them.
  • 10. They treat me with disgust; they think they are too good for me, and even come and spit in my face.
  • 11. Because God has made me weak and helpless, they turn against me with all their fury.
  • 12. This mob attacks me head-on; they send me running; they prepare their final assault.
  • 13. They cut off my escape and try to destroy me; and there is no one to stop them.
  • 14. They pour through the holes in my defenses and come crashing down on top of me;
  • 15. I am overcome with terror; my dignity is gone like a puff of wind, and my prosperity like a cloud.
  • 16. Now I am about to die; there is no relief for my suffering.
  • 17. At night my bones all ache; the pain that gnaws me never stops.
  • 18. God seizes me by my collar and twists my clothes out of shape.
  • 19. He throws me down in the mud; I am no better than dirt.
  • 20. I call to you, O God, but you never answer; and when I pray, you pay no attention.
  • 21. You are treating me cruelly; you persecute me with all your power.
  • 22. You let the wind blow me away; you toss me about in a raging storm.
  • 23. I know you are taking me off to my death, to the fate in store for everyone.
  • 24. Why do you attack a ruined man, one who can do nothing but beg for pity?
  • 25. Didn't I weep with people in trouble and feel sorry for those in need?
  • 26. I hoped for happiness and light, but trouble and darkness came instead.
  • 27. I am torn apart by worry and pain; I have had day after day of suffering.
  • 28. I go about in gloom, without any sunshine; I stand up in public and plead for help.
  • 29. My voice is as sad and lonely as the cries of a jackal or an ostrich.
  • 30. My skin has turned dark; I am burning with fever.
  • 31. Where once I heard joyful music, now I hear only mourning and weeping.
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