Job 30 Parallel Bible Translations

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1 “ And now they laugh at me, the fewer in days than I, whose fathers I disdained to put with the dogs 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, the strength of their hands, what is it to me? Upon them vigor has perished, 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 in poverty and in harsh hunger, ones gnawing the dry ground by night, in ruin 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 are plucking mallow among the brush, and the root of the broom tree is their bread. 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 From the midst of people they are driven out; they shout at them as at 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 On the slope of wadis they are to dwell, in holes of the dust and 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 shrubs they bray; under the nettles they huddle together. Among the bushes they bray; under the nettles they huddle together. They brayed among the bushes and huddled in the undergrowth.
8 Sons of a fool, even sons without a name, they were scourged from 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 their song, and I have become a byword among 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 abhor me and keep far from me; and from my face they do not withhold spit. 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 my bowstring he has loosed and afflicted me, and they have cast off 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 On the right a brood arises; they push away my feet, and they build up against me the ways of 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 They break up my path; they advance my calamity, with no one helping 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 a wide breach they come; amid the ruin they roll on. 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 over upon me; like the wind it pursues my honor, and like a cloud my deliverance has passed away. 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 within me my soul is poured out; days of affliction seize 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 Night pierces my bones from upon me, and my gnawing pains will not lie down. The night racks my bones, and the pain that gnaws me takes no rest. Night pierces my bones; my gnawing pains never rest.
18 With abundance of strength He grasps my garment; by the collar of my tunic He seizes me. 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 has cast me into the mire, and I have become 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 out to You, but You do not answer me; I stand up, and You gaze 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 turned to be cruel toward me; with the strength of Your hand You oppose 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 to the wind and make me ride it, You toss me about 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 appointment to 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 Surely one does not stretch out a hand against the oppressed, when in his ruin he cries out to him. “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 If not did I weep for the harshness of day, while my soul grieved for the needy one? 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 And, I hoped for good, and evil came; and I waited for light, and darkness came. 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 have boiled and they do not rest; days of affliction confront 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 darkened, not by the sun; I rise up in the assembly and cry out. 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 have become a brother to jackals, and a companion to the daughters of the ostrich. 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 turns black and falls from me, and my bone burns with heat. 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 And my harp is changed to mourning, and my flute to the voice of weeping. 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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