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The Book of Job

Literal Standard Version :: World English Bible Catholic

- Chapter 30 -

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And now, laughed at me, || Have the younger in days than I, || Whose fathers I have loathed to set || With the dogs of my flock.
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Alsothe power of their hands, why [is it] to me? On them old age has perished.
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With want and with harsh famine, || They are gnawing a dry place [in] the recent night, || [In] desolation and ruin,
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Those cropping mallows near a shrub, || And their food [is] root of broom trees.
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They are cast out from the midst || (They shout against them as a thief),
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To dwell in a frightful place of valleys, || Holes of earth and clefts.
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They groan among shrubs, || They are gathered together under nettles.
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Sons of folly—even sons without name, || They have been struck from the land.
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And now, I have been their song, || And I am to them for a byword.
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They have detested me, || They have kept far from me, || And from before me have not spared to spit.
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Because He loosed His cord and afflicts me, || And the bridle from before me, || They have cast away.
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A brood arises on the right hand, || They have cast away my feet, || And they raise up against me, || Their paths of calamity.
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They have broken down my path, || They profit by my calamity: He has no helper.
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They come as a wide breach, || Under the desolation have rolled themselves.
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He has turned terrors against me, || It pursues my abundance as the wind, || And as a thick cloud, || My safety has passed away.
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And now, in me my soul pours itself out, || Days of affliction seize me.
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[At] night my bone has been pierced in me, || And my gnawing [pain] does not lie down.
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By the abundance of power, || Is my clothing changed, || As the mouth of my coat it girds me.
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Casting me into mire, || And I have become like dust and ashes.
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I cry to You, || And You do not answer me, I have stood, and You consider me.
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You are turned to be fierce to me, || With the strength of Your hand, || You oppress me.
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You lift me up, || You cause me to ride on the wind, || And You meltYou level me.
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For I have known You bring me back [to] death, || And [to] the house appointed for all living.
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Surely not against the heap || Does He send forth the hand, || Though they have safety in its ruin.
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Did I not weep for him whose day is hard? My soul has grieved for the needy.
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When I expected good, then comes evil, || And I wait for light, and darkness comes.
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My bowels have boiled, and have not ceased, || Days of affliction have gone before me.
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I have gone mourning without the sun, || I have risen, I cry in an assembly.
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I have been a brother to dragons, || And a companion to daughters of the ostrich.
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My skin has been black on me, || And my bone has burned from heat,
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And my harp becomes mourning, || And my pipe the sound of weeping.”
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But now those who are younger than I have me in derision, whose fathers I considered unworthy to put with my sheep dogs.
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Of what use is the strength of their hands to me, men in whom ripe age has perished?
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They are gaunt from lack and famine. They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of waste and desolation.
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They pluck salt herbs by the bushes. The roots of the broom tree are their food.
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They are driven out from among men. They cry after them as after a thief,
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so that they live in frightful valleys, and in holes of the earth and of the rocks.
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They bray among the bushes. They are gathered together under the nettles.
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They are children of fools, yes, children of wicked men. They were flogged out of the land.
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Now I have become their song. Yes, I am a byword to them.
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They abhor me, they stand aloof from me, and don’t hesitate to spit in my face.
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For he has untied his cord, and afflicted me; and they have thrown off restraint before me.
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On my right hand rise the rabble. They thrust aside my feet. They cast their ways of destruction up against me.
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They mar my path. They promote my destruction without anyone’s help.
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As through a wide breach they come. They roll themselves in amid the ruin.
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Terrors have turned on me. They chase my honor as the wind. My welfare has passed away as a cloud.
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Now my soul is poured out within me. Days of affliction have taken hold of me.
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In the night season my bones are pierced in me, and the pains that gnaw me take no rest.
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My garment is disfigured by great force. It binds me about as the collar of my tunic.
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He has cast me into the mire. I have become like dust and ashes.
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I cry to you, and you do not answer me. I stand up, and you gaze at me.
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You have turned to be cruel to me. With the might of your hand you persecute me.
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You lift me up to the wind, and drive me with it. You dissolve me in the storm.
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For I know that you will bring me to death, to the house appointed for all living.
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“However doesn’t one stretch out a hand in his fall? Or in his calamity therefore cry for help?
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Didn’t I weep for him who was in trouble? Wasn’t my soul grieved for the needy?
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When I looked for good, then evil came. When I waited for light, darkness came.
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My heart is troubled, and doesn’t rest. Days of affliction have come on me.
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I go mourning without the sun. I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.
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I am a brother to jackals, and a companion to ostriches.
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My skin grows black and peels from me. My bones are burned with heat.
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Therefore my harp has turned to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of those who weep.