Job 30 Parallel Bible Translations

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1 “But now those younger than I mock and laugh at me, Whose fathers I refused to put with the sheepdogs of my flock. “But now they laugh at me, men who are younger than I, whose fathers I would have disdained to set with the dogs of my flock. “But now they mock me, men younger than I, whose fathers I would have disdained to put with my sheep dogs.
2 “Indeed, how could the strength of their hands profit me? Vigor had perished from them. What could I gain from the strength of their hands, men whose vigor is gone? Of what use was the strength of their hands to me, since their vigor had gone from them?
3 “They are gaunt with want and famine; They gnaw the dry and barren ground by night in [the gloom of] waste and desolation. Through want and hard hunger they gnaw the dry ground by night in waste and desolation; Haggard from want and hunger, they roamed the parched land in desolate wastelands at night.
4 “They pluck [and eat] saltwort (mallows) among the bushes, And their food is the root of the broom shrub. they pick saltwort and the leaves of bushes, and the roots of the broom tree for their food. In the brush they gathered salt herbs, and their food was the root of the broom bush.
5 “They are driven from the community; They shout after them as after a thief. They are driven out from human company; they shout after them as after a thief. They were banished from human society, shouted at as if they were thieves.
6 “They must dwell on the slopes of wadis And in holes in the ground and in rocks. In the gullies of the torrents they must dwell, in holes of the earth and of the rocks. They were forced to live in the dry stream beds, among the rocks and in holes in the ground.
7 “Among the bushes they cry out [like wild animals]; Beneath the prickly scrub they gather and huddle together. Among the bushes they bray; under the nettles they huddle together. They brayed among the bushes and huddled in the undergrowth.
8 “They are the sons of [worthless and nameless] fools, They have been driven out of the land. A senseless, a nameless brood, they have been whipped out of the land. A base and nameless brood, they were driven out of the land.
9 “And now I have become [the subject of] their taunting; Yes, I am a byword and a laughingstock to them. “And now I have become their song; I am a byword to them. “And now those young men mock me in song; I have become a byword among them.
10 “They hate me, they stand aloof from me, And do not refrain from spitting in my face. They abhor me; they keep aloof from me; they do not hesitate to spit at the sight of me. They detest me and keep their distance; they do not hesitate to spit in my face.
11 “For God has loosed His bowstring [attacking me] and [He has] afflicted and humbled me; They have cast off the bridle [of restraint] before me. Because God has loosed my cord and humbled me, they have cast off restraint in my presence. Now that God has unstrung my bow and afflicted me, they throw off restraint in my presence.
12 “On my right the [rabble] brood rises; They push my feet away, and they build up their ways of destruction against me [like an advancing army]. On my right hand the rabble rise; they push away my feet; they cast up against me their ways of destruction. On my right the tribe attacks; they lay snares for my feet, they build their siege ramps against me.
13 “They break up and clutter my path [upsetting my plans], They profit from my destruction; No one restrains them. They break up my path; they promote my calamity; they need no one to help them. They break up my road; they succeed in destroying me. ‘No one can help him,’ they say.
14 “As through a wide breach they come, Amid the crash [of falling walls] they roll on [over me]. As through a wide breach they come; amid the crash they roll on. They advance as through a gaping breach; amid the ruins they come rolling in.
15 “Terrors are turned upon me; They chase away my honor and reputation like the wind, And my prosperity has passed away like a cloud. Terrors are turned upon me; my honor is pursued as by the wind, and my prosperity has passed away like a cloud. Terrors overwhelm me; my dignity is driven away as by the wind, my safety vanishes like a cloud.
16 “And now my soul is poured out within me; The days of affliction have seized me. “And now my soul is poured out within me; days of affliction have taken hold of me. “And now my life ebbs away; days of suffering grip me.
17 “My bones are pierced [with aching] in the night season, And the pains that gnaw me take no rest. The night racks my bones, and the pain that gnaws me takes no rest. Night pierces my bones; my gnawing pains never rest.
18 “By the great force [of my disease] my garment (skin) is disfigured and blemished; It binds about me [choking me] like the collar of my coat. With great force my garment is disfigured; it binds me about like the collar of my tunic. In his great power God becomes like clothing to me; he binds me like the neck of my garment.
19 “God has cast me into the mire [a swampland of crisis], And I have become [worthless] like dust and ashes. God has cast me into the mire, and I have become like dust and ashes. He throws me into the mud, and I am reduced to dust and ashes.
20 “I cry to You for help, [Lord,] but You do not answer me; I stand up, but You [only] gaze [indifferently] at me. I cry to you for help and you do not answer me; I stand, and you only look at me. “I cry out to you, God, but you do not answer; I stand up, but you merely look at me.
21 “You have become harsh and cruel to me; With the might of Your hand You [keep me alive only to] persecute me. You have turned cruel to me; with the might of your hand you persecute me. You turn on me ruthlessly; with the might of your hand you attack me.
22 “You lift me up on the wind and cause me to ride [upon it]; And You toss me about in the tempest and dissolve me in the storm. You lift me up on the wind; you make me ride on it, and you toss me about in the roar of the storm. You snatch me up and drive me before the wind; you toss me about in the storm.
23 “For I know that You will bring me to death And to the house of meeting [appointed] for all the living. For I know that you will bring me to death and to the house appointed for all living. I know you will bring me down to death, to the place appointed for all the living.
24 “However, does not one falling in a heap of ruins stretch out his hand? Or in his disaster [will he not] therefore cry out for help? “Yet does not one in a heap of ruins stretch out his hand, and in his disaster cry for help? “Surely no one lays a hand on a broken man when he cries for help in his distress.
25 “Did I not weep for one whose life was hard and filled with trouble? Was not my heart grieved for the needy? Did not I weep for him whose day was hard? Was not my soul grieved for the needy? Have I not wept for those in trouble? Has not my soul grieved for the poor?
26 “When I expected good, then came evil [to me]; And when I waited for light, then came darkness. But when I hoped for good, evil came, and when I waited for light, darkness came. Yet when I hoped for good, evil came; when I looked for light, then came darkness.
27 “I am seething within and my heart is troubled and cannot rest; Days of affliction come to meet me. My inward parts are in turmoil and never still; days of affliction come to meet me. The churning inside me never stops; days of suffering confront me.
28 “I go about mourning without comfort [my skin blackened by disease, not by the heat of the sun]; I stand up in the assembly and cry out for help. I go about darkened, but not by the sun; I stand up in the assembly and cry for help. I go about blackened, but not by the sun; I stand up in the assembly and cry for help.
29 “I am a brother to [howling] jackals, And a companion to ostriches [which scream dismally]. I am a brother of jackals and a companion of ostriches. I have become a brother of jackals, a companion of owls.
30 “My skin falls from me in blackened flakes, And my bones are burned with fever. My skin turns black and falls from me, and my bones burn with heat. My skin grows black and peels; my body burns with fever.
31 “Therefore my lyre (harp) is used for [the sound of] mourning, And my flute for the [sound of the] voices of those who weep. My lyre is turned to mourning, and my pipe to the voice of those who weep. My lyre is tuned to mourning, and my pipe to the sound of wailing.
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