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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 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, the strength of their hands, whereto should it profit me? Men in whom ripe age is 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 | They are gaunt with want and famine; They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of wasteness 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 pluck salt-wort with wormwood; And the roots of the broom 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 forth from the midst of 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 | In the clefts of the valleys must they dwell, In holes of the earth and of 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 | Among the bushes they bray; Under the nettles 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 | They are children of churls, yea, children of ignoble men; They were scourged 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 become their song, Yea, I am a byword unto 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, they flee far from me, And 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, 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 | Upon my right hand rise the brood; They entangle my feet, And they cast up against me their 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 further my calamity, Even men that have no helper. | 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 through a wide breach they come; In the midst of the ruin they roll themselves upon 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 | Terrors are turned upon me, They chase mine honour as the wind; And my welfare is passed away as 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 within 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 | In the night my bones are pierced, and fall from me, And my sinews 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 the great force [of my disease] is my garment disfigured; It bindeth 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 am 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 dost not answer me; 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 turned to be cruel to me; With the might of Thy hand Thou hatest 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 ride upon it; And Thou 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 to the house appointed 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 | Surely none shall put forth his hand to a ruinous heap, Neither because of these things shall help come in one's calamity, | “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 I have not wept for him that was in trouble, And if my soul grieved not 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 | Yet, when I looked for good, there came evil; And when I waited for light, 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 | Mine inwards boil, and rest not; Days of affliction are come upon 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 mourning without the sun; I stand up in the assembly, and cry 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 am become a brother to jackals, And a companion to 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 black, and falleth from me, And my bones are burned 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 | Therefore is my harp turned to mourning, And my pipe into the voice of them that weep. | 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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