Job 30 Parallel Bible Translations

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1 But now they hold me in derision who are younger than I, Whose fathers I should have disdained to rank 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 Such strength as they had meant nothing to me; their vigor had 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 In want and emaciating hunger they fled to the parched lands: to the desolate wasteland by 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 plucked saltwort and shrubs; the roots of the broom plant were 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 were banished from the community, with an outcry like that 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 To dwell on the slopes of the wadies, in caves of sand and stone; 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 brayed; under the nettles they huddled together. Among the bushes they bray; under the nettles they huddle together. They brayed among the bushes and huddled in the undergrowth.
8 Irresponsible, of no account, they were 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 Yet now they sing of me in mockery; I have become a byword among 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 stand aloof, they do not 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 he has loosened my bowstring and afflicted me, they have thrown off restraint 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 On my right the young rabble rise up; they trip my feet, they build their approaches for my ruin. 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 tear up my path, they promote my ruin, no helper is there 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 As through a wide breach they advance; amid the uproar they come on in waves; 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 roll over me. My dignity is driven off like the wind, and my well-being 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 And now my life ebbs away from me, days of affliction have taken hold of 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 he pierces my bones, my sinews have 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 With great difficulty I change my clothes, the collar of my tunic fits around my waist. 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; 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, but you do not answer me; I stand, but you take no notice. 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 turned into my tormentor, and with your strong hand you attack 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 raise me up and drive me before the wind; I am tossed about by the tempest. 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 Indeed I know that you will return me to death to the house destined for everyone alive. 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 should not a hand be held out to help a wretched person in distress? “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 the hardships of others; was not my soul grieved 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 Yet when I looked for good, evil came; when I expected 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 inward parts seethe and will not be stilled; days of affliction have overtaken 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 in gloom, without the sun; I rise 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 have become a brother to jackals, 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 blackened skin falls away from me; my very frame is scorched by the 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 lyre is tuned to mourning, and my reed pipe to sounds 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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