Job 30   

1 But now they mock s me,

men younger than I am,

whose fathers I would have refused to put

with my sheep dogs.

2   What use to me was the strength of their hands?

Their vigor had left them.

3   Emaciated from poverty and hunger,

they gnawed the dry land,

the desolate wasteland by night.

4   They plucked mallow G,t among the shrubs,

and the roots of the broom tree were their food.

5   They were banished from human society;

people shouted at them as if they were thieves.

6   They are living on the slopes of the wadis,

among the rocks and in holes in the ground.

7   They bray among the shrubs;

they huddle beneath the thistles.

8   Foolish u men, without even a name.

They were forced to leave the land.

9   Now I am mocked by their songs; v

I have become an object of scorn to them.

10   They despise me and keep their distance from me; w

they do not hesitate to spit x in my face.

11   Because God has loosened my H bowstring and oppressed me,

they have cast off restraint in my presence. y

12   The rabble I rise up at my right;

they trap J my feet

and construct their siege ramp K against me. z

13   They tear up my path;

they contribute to my destruction, a

without anyone to help them.

14   They advance as through a gaping breach;

they keep rolling in through the ruins. b

15   Terrors c are turned loose against me;

they chase my dignity away like the wind,

and my prosperity has passed by like a cloud.

16   Now my life is poured out before me,

and days of suffering d have seized me.

17   Night pierces my bones,

but my gnawing pains never rest. e

18   My clothing is distorted with great force;

he chokes me by the neck of my garment. L

19   He throws me into the mud,

and I have become like dust and ashes. f

20   I cry out to you for help, but you do not answer me; g

when I stand up, you merely look at me.

21   You have turned against me with cruelty;

you harass h me with your strong hand.

22   You lift me up on the wind and make me ride it;

you scatter me in the storm. i

23   Yes, I know that you will lead me to death—

the place j appointed for all who live.

24   Yet no one would stretch out his hand

against a ruined person M

when he cries out to him for help

because of his distress. k

25   Have I not wept for those who have fallen on hard times?

Has my soul not grieved for the needy? l

26   But when I hoped for good, evil came;

when I looked for light, darkness m came.

27   I am churning within N and cannot rest;

days of suffering confront me.

28   I walk about blackened, but not by the sun. O

I stood in the assembly and cried out for help.

29   I have become a brother to jackals

and a companion of ostriches.

30   My skin blackens and flakes off, P

and my bones burn with fever. n

31   My lyre is used for mourning

and my flute for the sound of weeping. o