Job 30 Parallel Bible Translations

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1 But now they that are younger than I have me in derision, whose fathers I would have disdained to set 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 Yea, whereto [should] the strength of their hands [profit] me, [men] in whom vigour hath 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 Withered up through want and hunger, they flee into waste places long since desolate and desert: 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 gather the salt-wort among the bushes, and the roots of the broom for 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 are driven forth from among [men] -- they cry 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 To dwell in gloomy gorges, in caves of the earth and 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 bray among the bushes; under the brambles they are gathered 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 fools, and sons of nameless sires, they are 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 am their song, yea, I am their byword. “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, they stand aloof from me, yea, they spare not 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 hath loosed my cord and afflicted me; so they 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 At [my] right hand rise the young brood; they push away my feet, and raise up against me their pernicious ways; 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 mar my path, they set forward my calamity, without any 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 come in as through a wide breach: amid the confusion they roll themselves onward. 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 against me; they pursue mine honour as the wind; and my welfare is 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 in me; days of affliction have taken hold upon 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 The night pierceth through my bones [and detacheth them] from me, and my gnawing pains 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 their great force they have become my raiment; they bind me about as 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 He hath 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 unto thee, and thou answerest me not; I stand up, and thou lookest 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 Thou art changed to a cruel one to me; with the strength of thy hand thou pursuest 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 Thou liftest me up to the wind; thou causest me to be borne away, and dissolvest my substance. 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 thou wilt bring me to death, and into the house of assemblage for all 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 Indeed, no prayer [availeth] when he stretcheth out [his] hand: though they cry when he destroyeth. “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 not I weep for him whose days were hard? was not my soul 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 For I expected good, and there came evil; and I waited for light, but there 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 My bowels well up, and rest not; days of affliction have confronted 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 blackened, but not by the sun; I stand up, I cry in the congregation. 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 become a brother to jackals, and a 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 is become black [and falleth] off me, and my bones are parched 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 My harp also is [turned] to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of weepers. 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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