Job 30
New International Version - Job 30 << | >> 123456789101112131415161718192021222324252627282930313233343536373839404142 30:1 'But now they mock me, men younger than I, whose fathers I would have disdained to put with my sheep dogs. 30:2 Of what use was the strength of their hands to me, since their vigor had gone from them? 30:3 Haggard from want and hunger, they roamed the parched land in desolate wastelands at night. 30:4 In the brush they gathered salt herbs, and their food was the root of the broom tree. 30:5 They were banished from their fellow men, shouted at as if they were thieves. 30:6 They were forced to live in the dry stream beds, among the rocks and in holes in the ground. 30:7 They brayed among the bushes and huddled in the undergrowth. 30:8 A base and nameless brood, they were driven out of the land. 30:9 'And now their sons mock me in song; I have become a byword among them. 30:10 They detest me and keep their distance; they do not hesitate to spit in my face. 30:11 Now that God has unstrung my bow and afflicted me, they throw off restraint in my presence. 30:12 On my right the tribe attacks; they lay snares for my feet, they build their siege ramps against me. 30:13 They break up my road; they succeed in destroying me- without anyone's helping them. 30:14 They advance as through a gaping breach; amid the ruins they come rolling in. 30:15 Terrors overwhelm me; my dignity is driven away as by the wind, my safety vanishes like a cloud. 30:16 'And now my life ebbs away; days of suffering grip me. 30:17 Night pierces my bones; my gnawing pains never rest. 30:18 In his great power God becomes like clothing to me ; he binds me like the neck of my garment. 30:19 He throws me into the mud, and I am reduced to dust and ashes. 30:20 'I cry out to you, O God, but you do not answer; I stand up, but you merely look at me. 30:21 You turn on me ruthlessly; with the might of your hand you attack me. 30:22 You snatch me up and drive me before the wind; you toss me about in the storm. 30:23 I know you will bring me down to death, to the place appointed for all the living. 30:24 'Surely no one lays a hand on a broken man when he cries for help in his distress. 30:25 Have I not wept for those in trouble? Has not my soul grieved for the poor? 30:26 Yet when I hoped for good, evil came; when I looked for light, then came darkness. 30:27 The churning inside me never stops; days of suffering confront me. 30:28 I go about blackened, but not by the sun; I stand up in the assembly and cry for help. 30:29 I have become a brother of jackals, a companion of owls. 30:30 My skin grows black and peels; my body burns with fever. 30:31 My harp is tuned to mourning, and my flute to the sound of wailing.