Job 30 Parallel Bible Translations

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1 And now the younger than I laughed upon me, which I rejected their fathers 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 strength of their hands wherefore to me? Upon them old age 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 in hunger, barren, gnawing the dry land, yesternight desolation and burning. 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 Plucking off sea purslain upon the shrub, the root of broom their bread. 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 shall be driven forth from the midst, they shall cry after 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 the horror of the valleys, holes of the dust, and 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 Between the shrubs they will bray; they will be poured out under the thorn bush. Among the bushes they bray; under the nettles they huddle together. They brayed among the bushes and huddled in the undergrowth.
8 The sons of the foolish one, also the sons of no name: they were beaten 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 was their song, and I to them for a by word. “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 abhorred me, they removed far from me, and withheld not spittle from 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 loosed his cord and he will afflict me, and they cast off the bridle from 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 the right the brood will rise up; they cast away my feet, and they will cast up the paths of their destruction against 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 They tore up my beaten path, they helped for my fall, no help to 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 will come as a wide breach under a destroying tempest, they 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 Terror turned upon me, it will pursue my willingness as the wind, and my salvation 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 shall be poured out upon me; and the days of affliction will hold me fast. “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 The night my bones pierced from above me, and my gnawers will 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 multitude of power my clothing will be disguised: it will gird me about as the mouth 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 cast me to the clay; I shall become like as 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 shall cry to thee and thou wilt not answer me: I stood up and thou wilt not attend to 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 wilt turn to be cruel to me: with the strength of thy hand thou wilt lie in wait for 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 wilt lift me up to the wind; thou wilt cause me to ride, and thou wilt melt to me counsel. 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 knew thou wilt turn me back to death, and the house appointed to 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 But prayer is nothing; he will send forth the hand, if in his calamity to them a cry for help. “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 wept not for him being hard of day: my soul was 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 For I hoped for good and evil will come: and I shall wait for light and darkness will come. 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 boiled, and were not silent: the days of affliction anticipated 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 went darkened without warmth: I rose up, I shall cry in the convocation. 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 was a brother to jackals, and a companion to the 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 was black from above me, and my bones burnt 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 will be for mourning, and my pipe for the voice of those 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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