Job 30 Parallel Bible Translations

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Bishops' Bible of 1568
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1 But nowe they that are younger then I haue me in derision: yea euen they whose fathers I would haue thought scorne to haue set with the dogges of my cattell. “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 For wherto might the strength of their handes haue serued me? for the time was but lost among 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 For very miserie and hunger they fled into the wildernesse, a darke place, horrible and waste, 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 Plucking vp nettles among the busshes, and the iuniper rootes for their meate. 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 And when they were dryuen foorth, men cryed after them as it had ben afafter a thiefe. 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 Their dwelling was in the cleftes of brookes, yea in the caues and dennes of the earth. 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 busshes went they about crying, and vnder the thornes they gathered them selues together. Among the bushes they bray; under the nettles they huddle together. They brayed among the bushes and huddled in the undergrowth.
8 They were the children of fooles and vyllaynes, which are more vile then the earth. 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 Now am I their song, & am become their yesting stocke. “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 abhorre me and flee farre from me, and stayne my face with spittle. 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 Because God hath loosed my corde and humbled me, they haue loosed the bridle 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 Upon my right hande ryse the young men against me, they haue hurt my feete, treading vpon me as vpon the wayes of their destruction. 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 My pathes haue they cleane marred, it was so easye for them to do me harme, that they needed no man to help 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 They fell vpon me, as it had ben the breaking in of waters, and came in by heapes to destroy 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 Feare is turned vpon me, and they pursue my soule as the wind, and my health passeth away as a cloude. 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 Therfore is my soule now powred out vpon me, and the dayes of my trouble haue taken hold vpon 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 pearsed through in the night season, and my sinewes 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 For the vehemencie of sorowe is my garment chaunged, whiche compasseth me about as the coller of my coote. 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 He hath cast me into the myre, and I am become like asshes and dust. 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 When I crie vnto thee, thou doest not heare me: and though I stande before thee, yet thou regardest me not. 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 Thou art become myne enemie, and with thy violent hande thou takest part against 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 In times past thou diddest set me vp on hye, to be caried as it were aboue the wynde, but nowe hast thou geuen me a very sore fall. 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 Sure I am that thou wilt bryng me vnto death, euen to the lodging that is due vnto all men liuing. 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 Notwithstanding, thou wilt not stretch out thyne hand against him that is in the graue: shal men crie out against him that is in destruction? “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 Dyd not I weepe with hym that was in trouble? Had not my soule compassion vpon the poore? 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 Yet neuerthelesse, where as I loked for good, euyll came vnto me: & where I wayted for light, there came darkenesse. 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 My bowels seethe in me without rest, for the dayes of my trouble are come vpon 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 went mourning without heate, I stoode vp in the congregation, & communed with them. 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 But nowe I am a brother of dragons, and a felowe of Estriches. I am a brother of jackals and a companion of ostriches. I have become a brother of jackals, a companion of owls.
30 My skinne vpon me is turned to blacke, and my bones are brent with heate. 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 My harpe is turned to mourning, and my organs into the voyce of them that weepe. 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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