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Job 30 Parallel Bible Translations
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| 1 | “And now, laughed at me, || Have the younger in days than I, || Whose fathers I have loathed 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 | Also—the power of their hands, why [is it] to me? On them old age has 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 | With want and with harsh famine, || They are gnawing a dry place [in] the recent night, || [In] desolation and ruin, | 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 | Those cropping mallows near a shrub, || And their food [is] root of broom trees. | 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 cast out from the midst || (They shout against them as 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 a frightful place of valleys, || Holes of earth and clefts. | 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 groan among shrubs, || They are gathered together under nettles. | Among the bushes they bray; under the nettles they huddle together. | They brayed among the bushes and huddled in the undergrowth. | |
| 8 | Sons of folly—even sons without name, || They have been struck 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 been their song, || And I am to them for a 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 have detested me, || They have kept far from me, || And from before me have not spared to spit. | 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 loosed His cord and afflicts me, || And the bridle from before me, || They have cast away. | 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 | A brood arises on the right hand, || They have cast away my feet, || And they raise up against me, || Their paths of calamity. | 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 broken down my path, || They profit by my calamity: He has 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 | They come as a wide breach, || Under the desolation have rolled themselves. | 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 | He has turned terrors against me, || It pursues my abundance as the wind, || And as a thick cloud, || My safety has passed away. | 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, in me my soul pours itself out, || Days of affliction 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 my bone has been pierced in me, || And my gnawing [pain] does not lie down. | 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 abundance of power, || Is my clothing changed, || As the mouth of my coat it girds me. | 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 | Casting me into 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 to You, || And You do not answer me, I have stood, and You consider 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 are turned to be fierce to me, || With the strength of Your hand, || You oppress 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 lift me up, || You cause me to ride on the wind, || And You melt—You level me. | 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 have known You bring me back [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 not against the heap || Does He send forth the hand, || Though they have safety in its ruin. | “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 I not weep for him whose day is hard? My soul has 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 expected good, then comes evil, || And I wait for light, and darkness comes. | 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 have boiled, and have not ceased, || Days of affliction have gone before 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 have gone mourning without the sun, || I have risen, I cry in an assembly. | 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 been a brother to dragons, || And a companion to daughters of the ostrich. | 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 been black on me, || And my bone has burned from 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 | And my harp becomes mourning, || And my pipe the sound 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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