| 30 | Job | ||
| 1 | "But now they make sport of me, men who are younger than I, whose fathers I would have disdained to set with the dogs of my flock. | ||
| 2 | What could I gain from the strength of their hands, men whose vigor is gone? | ||
| 3 | Through want and hard hunger they gnaw the dry and desolate ground; | ||
| 4 | they pick mallow and the leaves of bushes, and to warm themselves the roots of the broom. | ||
| 5 | They are driven out from among men; they shout after them as after a thief. | ||
| 6 | In the gullies of the torrents they must dwell, in holes of the earth and of the rocks. | ||
| 7 | Among the bushes they bray; under the nettles they huddle together. | ||
| 8 | A senseless, a disreputable brood, they have been whipped out of the land. | ||
| 9 | "And now I have become their song, I am a byword to them. | ||
| 10 | They abhor me, they keep aloof from me; they do not hesitate to spit at the sight of me. | ||
| 11 | Because God has loosed my cord and humbled me, they have cast off restraint in my presence. | ||
| 12 | On my right hand the rabble rise, they drive me forth, they cast up against me their ways of destruction. | ||
| 13 | They break up my path, they promote my calamity; no one restrains them. | ||
| 14 | As through a wide breach they come; amid the crash they roll on. | ||
| 15 | Terrors are turned upon me; my honour is pursued as by the wind, and my prosperity has passed away like a cloud. | ||
| 16 | "And now my soul is poured out within me; days of affliction have taken hold of me. | ||
| 17 | The night racks my bones, and the pain that gnaws me takes no rest. | ||
| 18 | With violence it seizes my garment; it binds me about like the collar of my tunic. | ||
| 19 | God has cast me into the mire, and I have become like dust and ashes. | ||
| 20 | I cry to you and you not answer me; I stand, and you not heed me. | ||
| 21 | You have turned cruel to me; with the might of your hand you persecute me. | ||
| 22 | You lift me up on the wind, you make me ride on it, and you toss me about in the roar of the storm. | ||
| 23 | Yea, I know that you will bring me to death, and to the house appointed for all living. | ||
| 24 | "Yet does not one in a heap of ruins stretch out his hand, and in his disaster cry for help? | ||
| 25 | Did not I weep for him whose day was hard? Was not my soul grieved for the poor? | ||
| 26 | But when I looked for good, evil came; and when I waited for light, darkness came. | ||
| 27 | My heart is in turmoil, and is never still; days of affliction come to meet me. | ||
| 28 | I go about blackened, but not by the sun; I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help. | ||
| 29 | I am a brother of jackals, and a companion of ostriches. | ||
| 30 | My skin turns black and falls from me, and my bones burn with heat. | ||
| 31 | My lyre is turned to mourning, and my pipe to the voice of those who weep. | ||
| << | Job:30 | >> | |||
|---|---|---|---|