Job-30

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  • 1 But now they that are younger than I have me in derision, Whose fathers I disdained to set with the dogs of my flock.
  • 2 Yea, the strength of their hands, whereto should it profit me? Men in whom ripe age is perished.
  • 3 They are gaunt with want and famine; They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of wasteness and desolation.
  • 4 They pluck salt-wort by the bushes; And the roots of the broom are their food.
  • 5 They are driven forth from the midst of men ; They cry after them as after a thief;
  • 6 So that they dwell in frightful valleys, In holes of the earth and of the rocks.
  • 7 Among the bushes they bray; Under the nettles they are gathered together.
  • 8 They are children of fools, yea, children of base men; They were scourged out of the land.
  • 9 And now I am become their song, Yea, I am a byword unto them.
  • 10 They abhor me, they stand aloof from me, And spare not to spit in my face.
  • 11 For he hath loosed his cord, and afflicted me; And they have cast off the bridle before me.
  • 12 Upon my right hand rise the rabble; They thrust aside my feet, And they cast up against me their ways of destruction.
  • 13 They mar my path, They set forward my calamity, Even men that have no helper.
  • 14 As through a wide breach they come: In the midst of the ruin they roll themselves upon me .
  • 15 Terrors are turned upon me; They chase mine honor as the wind; And my welfare is passed away as a cloud.
  • 16 And now my soul is poured out within me; Days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
  • 17 In the night season my bones are pierced in me, And the pains that gnaw me take no rest.
  • 18 By God’s great force is my garment disfigured; It bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.
  • 19 He hath cast me into the mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.
  • 20 I cry unto thee, and thou dost not answer me: I stand up, and thou gazest at me.
  • 21 Thou art turned to be cruel to me; With the might of thy hand thou persecutest me.
  • 22 Thou liftest me up to the wind, thou causest me to ride upon it ; And thou dissolvest me in the storm.
  • 23 For I know that thou wilt bring me to death, And to the house appointed for all living.
  • 24 Howbeit doth not one stretch out the hand in his fall? Or in his calamity therefore cry for help?
  • 25 Did not I weep for him that was in trouble? Was not my soul grieved for the needy?
  • 26 When I looked for good, then evil came; And when I waited for light, there came darkness.
  • 27 My heart is troubled, and resteth not; Days of affliction are come upon me.
  • 28 I go mourning without the sun: I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.
  • 29 I am a brother to jackals, And a companion to ostriches.
  • 30 My skin is black, and falleth from me, And my bones are burned with heat.
  • 31 Therefore is my harp turned to mourning, And my pipe into the voice of them that weep.
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