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Job
Chapter 30
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Job 30
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“But now those who are younger than I mock me, Whose fathers I refused to put with the dogs of my flock.
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Indeed, what good was the strength of their hands to me? Vigor had perished from them.
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From poverty and famine they are gaunt, They who gnaw at the dry ground by night in waste and desolation,
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Who pluck saltweed by the bushes, And whose food is the root of the broom shrub.
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They are driven from the community; They shout against them as against a thief,
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So that they live on the slopes of ravines, In holes in the ground and among the rocks.
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Among the bushes they [310]cry out; Under the weeds they are gathered together.
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Worthless [311]fellows, even [312]those without a name, They were cast out from the land.
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“And now I have become their [313]taunt, And I have become a [314]byword to them.
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They loathe me and stand aloof from me, And they do not [315]refrain from spitting in my face.
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Because He has undone [316]my [317]bowstring and afflicted me, They have cast off the bridle before me.
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On the right hand their [318]mob arises; They push aside my feet and pile up their ways of destruction against me.
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They break up my path, They promote my destruction; No one restrains them.
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As through a wide gap they come, [319]Amid the storm they roll on.
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Sudden terrors are turned upon me; They chase away my dignity like the wind, And my [320]prosperity has passed away like a cloud.
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“And now my soul is poured out [321]within me; Days of misery have seized me.
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At night it pierces my bones [322]within me, And my gnawing pains do not rest.
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By a great force my garment is distorted; It ties me up like the collar of my coat.
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He has thrown me into the mire, And I have become like dust and ashes.
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I cry out to You for help, but You do not answer me; I stand up, and You turn Your attention against me.
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You have [323]become cruel to me; With the strength of Your hand You persecute me.
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You lift me up to the wind and make me ride it; And You dissolve me in a storm.
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For I know that You will bring me to death, And to the house of meeting for all living.
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“Yet does one in a heap of ruins not reach out with his hand, Or in his disaster does he not cry out for help?
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Have I not wept for the [324]one whose life is hard? Was my soul not grieved for the needy?
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When I expected good, evil came; When I waited for light, darkness came.
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[325]I am seething within and cannot rest; Days of misery confront me.
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I go about [326]mourning without comfort; I stand up in the assembly and cry out for help.
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I have become a brother to jackals, And a companion of ostriches.
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My skin turns black [327]on me, And my bones burn with [328]fever.
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Therefore my harp [329]is turned to mourning, And my flute to the sound of those who weep.
| # | NASB | |
|---|---|---|
| 1 | “But now those who are younger than I mock me, Whose fathers I refused to put with the dogs of my flock. | |
| 2 | Indeed, what good was the strength of their hands to me? Vigor had perished from them. | |
| 3 | From poverty and famine they are gaunt, They who gnaw at the dry ground by night in waste and desolation, | |
| 4 | Who pluck saltweed by the bushes, And whose food is the root of the broom shrub. | |
| 5 | They are driven from the community; They shout against them as against a thief, | |
| 6 | So that they live on the slopes of ravines, In holes in the ground and among the rocks. | |
| 7 | Among the bushes they [310]cry out; Under the weeds they are gathered together. | |
| 8 | Worthless [311]fellows, even [312]those without a name, They were cast out from the land. | |
| 9 | “And now I have become their [313]taunt, And I have become a [314]byword to them. | |
| 10 | They loathe me and stand aloof from me, And they do not [315]refrain from spitting in my face. | |
| 11 | Because He has undone [316]my [317]bowstring and afflicted me, They have cast off the bridle before me. | |
| 12 | On the right hand their [318]mob arises; They push aside my feet and pile up their ways of destruction against me. | |
| 13 | They break up my path, They promote my destruction; No one restrains them. | |
| 14 | As through a wide gap they come, [319]Amid the storm they roll on. | |
| 15 | Sudden terrors are turned upon me; They chase away my dignity like the wind, And my [320]prosperity has passed away like a cloud. | |
| 16 | “And now my soul is poured out [321]within me; Days of misery have seized me. | |
| 17 | At night it pierces my bones [322]within me, And my gnawing pains do not rest. | |
| 18 | By a great force my garment is distorted; It ties me up like the collar of my coat. | |
| 19 | He has thrown me into the mire, And I have become like dust and ashes. | |
| 20 | I cry out to You for help, but You do not answer me; I stand up, and You turn Your attention against me. | |
| 21 | You have [323]become cruel to me; With the strength of Your hand You persecute me. | |
| 22 | You lift me up to the wind and make me ride it; And You dissolve me in a storm. | |
| 23 | For I know that You will bring me to death, And to the house of meeting for all living. | |
| 24 | “Yet does one in a heap of ruins not reach out with his hand, Or in his disaster does he not cry out for help? | |
| 25 | Have I not wept for the [324]one whose life is hard? Was my soul not grieved for the needy? | |
| 26 | When I expected good, evil came; When I waited for light, darkness came. | |
| 27 | [325]I am seething within and cannot rest; Days of misery confront me. | |
| 28 | I go about [326]mourning without comfort; I stand up in the assembly and cry out for help. | |
| 29 | I have become a brother to jackals, And a companion of ostriches. | |
| 30 | My skin turns black [327]on me, And my bones burn with [328]fever. | |
| 31 | Therefore my harp [329]is turned to mourning, And my flute to the sound of those who weep. |
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