Job 30 Parallel Bible Translations

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1 But now, those younger in years scorn me, whose fathers I would not have seen fit to place 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 the strength of whose hands was nothing to me, and they were considered unworthy of life itself. 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 were barren from poverty and hunger; they gnawed in solitude, layered with misfortune and misery. 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 And they chewed grass and the bark from trees, and the root of junipers was their food. 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 took these things from the steep valleys, and when they discovered one of these things, they rushed to the others with a cry. 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 lived in the parched desert and in caves underground or above the 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 They rejoiced among these kinds of things, and they considered it delightful to be under thorns. Among the bushes they bray; under the nettles they huddle together. They brayed among the bushes and huddled in the undergrowth.
8 These are the sons of foolish and base men, not even paying any attention to 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 Now I become their song, and I have been made into their proverb. “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 loathe me, and so they flee far from me, and they are not reluctant to spit 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 he has opened his quiver and has afflicted me, and he has placed a bridle in my mouth. 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 Immediately, upon rising, my calamities rise up to the right. They have overturned my feet and have pressed me down along their way like waves. 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 have diverted my journeys; they have waited to ambush me, and they have prevailed, and there was no one who might bring help. 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 have rushed upon me, as when a wall is broken or a gate opened, and they have been pulled down into my miseries. 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 I have been reduced to nothing. You have taken away my desire like a wind, and my health has passed by 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 But now my soul withers within myself, and the days of affliction take hold of 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 At night, my bone is pierced with sorrows, and those who feed on me, do not sleep. 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 sheer number of them my clothing is worn away, and they have closed in on 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 I have been treated like dirt, and I have been turned into embers 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, and you do not heed me. I stand up, and you do not look back 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 changed me into hardness, and, with the hardness 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 have lifted me up, and, placing me as if on the wind, you have thrown me down powerfully. 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 I know that you will hand me over to death, where a home has been established 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 Truly, then, you do not extend your hand in order to consume them, and if they fall down, you will save them. “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 Once, I wept over him who was afflicted, and my soul had compassion on the poor. 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 I expected good things, but evil things have come to me. I stood ready for light, yet darkness burst forth. 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 insides have seethed, without any rest, for the days of affliction have prevented it. 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 forth mourning, without anger, and rising up, I cried out in confusion. 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 was the brother of snakes, and the companion of ostriches. 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 has become blackened over me, and my bones have dried up because of the 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 My harp has been turned into mourning, and my pipes have been turned into a 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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