Job 30 — Legacy Standard Bible

30“But now those younger than I ^alaugh at me,Whose fathers I rejected even 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 want and famine they are gaunt,Who gnaw the dry ground by night in destruction and desolation,⁴Who pluck ¹mallow by the bushes,And whose food is the root of the broom tree.⁵“They are driven from the community;They shout against them as against a thief,⁶So that they dwell in the slopes of the ¹valleys,In holes of the dust and of the rocks.⁷“Among the bushes they ¹cry out;Under the nettles they are gathered together.⁸“¹Wicked fools, even ²those without a name,They were scourged from the land.⁹“And now I have become their mocking ^asong;I have even become a ^btaunting word to them.¹⁰“They abhor me and keep a distance from me,And they do not ¹hold back from ^aspitting at my face.¹¹“Because ¹He has loosed ²His ³bowstring and ^aafflicted me,They have thrust aside ^btheir bridle before me.¹²“On the right hand their ¹brood arises;They ^athrust aside my feet ^band build up against me their ways to disaster.¹³“They ^abreak up my path;They profit ¹from my destruction;They have no helper.¹⁴“As through a wide breach they come,¹Amid the storm they roll on.¹⁵“^aTerrors are turned against me;They pursue my nobility as the wind,And my hope for salvation has passed away ^blike a cloud.¹⁶“And now ^amy soul is poured out ¹within me;Days of affliction have seized me.¹⁷“At night it pierces ^amy bones ¹within me,And my gnawing pains take no rest.¹⁸“By a great force my garment is ^adistorted;It seizes me about as the collar of my tunic.¹⁹“He has cast me into the ^amire,And I have become like dust and ashes.²⁰“I ^acry out to You for help, but You do not answer me;I stand up, and You carefully consider how to be against me.²¹“You have ¹become cruel to me;With the might of Your hand You ^ahunted me down.²²“You ^alift me up to the wind and cause me to ride;And You melt me away in a storm.²³“For I know that You ^awill bring me to deathAnd to the ^bhouse of meeting for all living.²⁴“Yet does not one in a heap of ruins stretch out his hand,Or, in his upheaval, is there a ^acry for help because of them?²⁵“Have I not ^awept for the ¹one whose life is hard?Was not my soul grieved for ^bthe needy?²⁶“When I ^ahoped for good, then evil came;When I waited for light, ^bthen thick darkness came.²⁷“¹I am boiling ^awithin and cannot be silent;Days of affliction confront me.²⁸“I go about ^adarkened but not by the sun;I stand up in the assembly and ^bcry out for help.²⁹“I have become a brother to ^ajackalsAnd a companion of ostriches.³⁰“My ^askin turns black ¹on me,And my ^bbones burn with ²fever.³¹“Therefore my ^aharp ¹is turned to mourning,And my flute to the sound of those who weep.