Job - Chapter 30 | New King James Version

  • 1. "But now they mock at me, men younger than I, Whose fathers I disdained to put with the dogs of my flock.
  • 2. Indeed, what profit is the strength of their hands to me? Their vigor has perished.
  • 3. They are gaunt from want and famine, Fleeing late to the wilderness, desolate and waste,
  • 4. Who pluck mallow by the bushes, And broom tree roots for their food.
  • 5. They were driven out from among men, They shouted at them as at a thief.
  • 6. They had to live in the clefts of the valleys, In caves of the earth and the rocks.
  • 7. Among the bushes they brayed, Under the nettles they nestled.
  • 8. They were sons of fools, Yes, sons of vile men; They were scourged from the land.
  • 9. "And now I am their taunting song; Yes, I am their byword.
  • 10. They abhor me, they keep far from me; They do not hesitate to spit in my face.
  • 11. Because He has loosed my {cf2super [43]} bowstring and afflicted me, They have cast off restraint before me.
  • 12. At my right hand the rabble arises; They push away my feet, And they raise against me their ways of destruction.
  • 13. They break up my path, They promote my calamity; They have no helper.
  • 14. They come as broad breakers; Under the ruinous storm they roll along.
  • 15. Terrors are turned upon me; They pursue my honor as the wind, And my prosperity has passed like a cloud.
  • 16. "And now my soul is poured out because of my plight; The days of affliction take hold of me.
  • 17. My bones are pierced in me at night, And my gnawing pains take no rest.
  • 18. By great force my garment is disfigured; It binds me about as the collar of my coat.
  • 19. He has cast me into the mire, And I have become like dust and ashes.
  • 20. "I cry out to You, but You do not answer me; I stand up, and You regard me.
  • 21. But You have become cruel to me; With the strength of Your hand You oppose me.
  • 22. You lift me up to the wind and cause me to ride on it; You spoil my success.
  • 23. For I know that You will bring me to death, And to the house appointed for all living.
  • 24. "Surely He would not stretch out His hand against a heap of ruins, If they cry out when He destroys it.
  • 25. Have I not wept for him who was in trouble? Has not my soul grieved for the poor?
  • 26. But when I looked for good, evil came to me; And when I waited for light, then came darkness.
  • 27. My heart is in turmoil and cannot rest; Days of affliction confront me.
  • 28. I go about mourning, but not in the sun; I stand up in the assembly and cry out for help.
  • 29. I am a brother of jackals, And a companion of ostriches.
  • 30. My skin grows black and falls from me; My bones burn with fever.
  • 31. My harp is turned to mourning, And my flute to the voice of those who weep.
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