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Job 30 Parallel Bible Translations
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| 1 | “But now those younger than I laugh at me, Whose fathers I rejected even 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, what good was the strength of their hands to me? Vigor had perished from them. | 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 | From want and famine they are gaunt, Who gnaw the dry ground by night in destruction 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 | Who pluck mallow by the bushes, And whose food is the root of the broom tree. | 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; They shout against them as against 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 | So that they dwell in the slopes of the valleys, In holes of the dust 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 cry out; 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 | Wicked fools, even those 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 mocking song; I have even become a taunting word 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 | They abhor me and keep a distance from me, And they do not hold back from spitting at 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 He has loosed His bowstring and afflicted me, They have thrust aside their 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 hand their brood arises; They thrust aside my feet and build up against me their ways to disaster. | 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 profit from my destruction; They 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, Amid the storm 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 against me; They pursue my nobility as the wind, And my hope for salvation has 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 within me; Days of affliction have seized 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 it pierces my bones within 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 a great force my garment is distorted; It seizes me about as the collar of my tunic. | 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 for help, but You do not answer me; I stand up, and You carefully consider how to be against 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 become cruel to me; With the might of Your hand You hunted me down. | 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 cause me to ride; And You melt me away in 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 | For I know that You will bring me to death And to the house of meeting 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 | “Yet does not one in a heap of ruins stretch out his hand, Or, in his upheaval, is there a cry for help because of 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 | Have I not wept for the one whose life is 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 | When I hoped for good, then evil came; When I waited for light, then thick 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 | I am boiling within and cannot be silent; 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 but not by the sun; I stand up in the assembly and cry out 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 have 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 turns black on me, And my bones burn 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 | Therefore my harp is turned to mourning, And my flute to the sound of those who 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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