Job’s Present State Is Humiliating 1“But now those younger than I mock me, Whose fathers I disdained to put with the dogs of my flock.
2“Indeed, what good was the strength of their hands to me?
3“From want and famine they are gaunt
4Who pluck mallow by the bushes,
5“They are driven from the community;
6So that they dwell in dreadful valleys,
7“Among the bushes they cry out;
8“Fools, even those without a name,
9“And now I have become their taunt,
10“They abhor me and stand aloof from me,
11“Because He has loosed His bowstring and afflicted me,
12“On the right hand their brood arises;
13“They break up my path,
14“As through a wide breach they come,
15“Terrors are turned against me;
16“And now my soul is poured out within me;
17“At night it pierces my bones within me,
18“By a great force my garment is distorted;
19“He has cast me into the mire,
20“I cry out to You for help, but You do not answer me;
21“You have become cruel to me;
22“You lift me up to the wind and cause me to ride;
23“For I know that You will bring me to death
24“Yet does not one in a heap of ruins stretch out his hand,
25“Have I not wept for the one whose life is hard?
26“When I expected good, then evil came;
27“I am seething within and cannot relax;
28“I go about mourning without comfort;
29“I have become a brother to jackals
30“My skin turns black on me,
31“Therefore my harp is turned to mourning, NASB 1995 Copyright © 1960, 1962, 1963, 1968, 1971, 1972, 1973, 1975, 1977, 1995 by The Lockman Foundation, La Habra, Calif. All rights reserved. For Permission to Quote Information visit http://www.lockman.org Bible Hub |