Part Two: [Job] Chapter 30. 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 out 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 do not 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 their brood. 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 have 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 does not one stretch out a hand in his fall? Or in his calamity therefore cry for help? 30:25 Did not I weep for him who was in trouble? Was not 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 does not 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 my harp is tuned to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of those who weep.
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