Job 30
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Job’s Present Misery

1“But now they mock me, those who are younger than I,

whose fathers I disdained too much

to put with my sheep dogs.

2Moreover, the strength of their hands –

what use was it to me?

Men whose strength had perished;

3gaunt with want and hunger,

they would gnaw the parched land,

in former time desolate and waste.

4By the brush they would gather herbs from the salt marshes,

and the root of the broom tree was their food.

5They were banished from the community –

people shouted at them

like they would shout at thieves –

6so that they had to live

in the dry stream beds,

in the holes of the ground, and among the rocks.

7They brayed like animals among the bushes

and were huddled together under the nettles.

8Sons of senseless and nameless people,

they were driven out of the land with whips.

Job’s Indignities

9“And now I have become their taunt song;

I have become a byword among them.

10They detest me and maintain their distance;

they do not hesitate to spit in my face.

11Because God has untied my tent cord and afflicted me,

people throw off all restraint in my presence.

12On my right the young rabble rise up;

they drive me from place to place,

and build up siege ramps against me.

13They destroy my path;

they succeed in destroying me

without anyone assisting them.

14They come in as through a wide breach;

amid the crash they come rolling in.

15Terrors are turned loose on me;

they drive away my honor like the wind,

and like a cloud my deliverance has passed away.

Job’s Despondency

16“And now my soul pours itself out within me;

days of suffering take hold of me.

17Night pierces my bones;

my gnawing pains never cease.

18With great power God grasps my clothing;

he binds me like the collar of my tunic.

19He has flung me into the mud,

and I have come to resemble dust and ashes.

20I cry out to you, but you do not answer me;

I stand up, and you only look at me.

21You have become cruel to me;

with the strength of your hand you attack me.

22You pick me up on the wind and make me ride on it;

you toss me about in the storm.

23I know that you are bringing me to death,

to the meeting place for all the living.

The Contrast With the Past

24“Surely one does not stretch out his hand

against a broken man

when he cries for help in his distress.

25Have I not wept for the unfortunate?

Was not my soul grieved for the poor?

26But when I hoped for good, trouble came;

when I expected light, then darkness came.

27My heart is in turmoil unceasingly;

the days of my affliction confront me.

28I go about blackened, but not by the sun;

in the assembly I stand up and cry for help.

29I have become a brother to jackals

and a companion of ostriches.

30My skin has turned dark on me;

my body is hot with fever.

31My harp is used for mourning

and my flute for the sound of weeping.

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