Job 30 Parallel Bible Translations

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1 |But now those who are younger than I am laugh at me. I didn't think their fathers were fit to sit 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 Of what use to me was the strength of their hands? Their strength is gone. 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 Shriveled up from need and hunger, they gnaw at the dry and barren ground during the night. 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 pick saltwort from the underbrush, and the roots of the broom plant are 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 from the community. People shout at them in the same way they shout at thieves. 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 have to live in dry riverbeds, in holes in the ground, and among 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 howl in bushes and huddle together under thornbushes. Among the bushes they bray; under the nettles they huddle together. They brayed among the bushes and huddled in the undergrowth.
8 Godless fools and worthless people are forced out of the land with whips. 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 they make fun of me with songs. I have become a joke 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 Since they consider me disgusting, they keep their distance from me and don't hesitate 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 Because God has untied my cord and has made me suffer, they are no longer restrained in my presence. 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 They have attacked me on my right side like a mob. They trip my feet and then prepare ways to destroy me. 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 Yes, they remove all traces of my path in order to destroy me. No one is there to help me against 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 through a wide hole [in the wall]. They crawl through the ruins. 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 directed toward me. They blow away my dignity like the wind. My prosperity vanishes 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 |Now my life is pouring out of me. Days of suffering 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 At night God pierces my bones. My body doesn't 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 With great strength he grabs my clothes. He seizes me by the collar of my robe. 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 throws me into the dirt so that I 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 call to you for help, but you don't answer me. I stand up, but you just look 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 begun to treat me cruelly. With your mighty hand you assault 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 pick me up and let the wind carry me away. You toss me around with a 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 I know you will lead me to death, to the dwelling place appointed for all living beings. 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 |But God doesn't stretch out his hand against one who is ruined when that person calls for help in his disaster. “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 Didn't I cry for the person whose days were difficult? Didn't my soul grieve for 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 When I waited for good, evil came. When I looked for light, 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 insides are churning and won't calm down. Days of misery are ahead of 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 walk in the dark without the sun. I stand up in public and call 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'm 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 turns dark and peels. My body burns 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 So my lyre is used for mourning and my flute for loud 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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