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 would have 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 Yes, to what might the strength of their hands profit me, in whom old age 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 For want and famine they were solitary; fleeing into the wilderness in former time desolate and waste. 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 cut up mallows by the bushes, and juniper roots for 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 driven forth from among men, (they cried 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 To dwell in the clefts of the valleys, in caves of the earth, and in 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 brayed; under the nettles they were collected. Among the bushes they bray; under the nettles they huddle together. They brayed among the bushes and huddled in the undergrowth.
8 They were children of fools, yes, children of base men: they were viler than the earth. 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 their song, yes, I am their 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 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 Because he hath loosed my cord, and afflicted me, they have also let loose 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 youth; they push away my feet, and they raise up against me the ways of their 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 mar my path, they set forward my calamity, 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 They came upon me as a wide breaking in of waters: in the desolation they rolled 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 pursue my soul as the wind: and my welfare passeth 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 upon me; the 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 My bones are pierced in me in the night season: 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 changed: 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 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 thee, and thou dost not hear me: I stand up, and thou regardest me not. 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 hast become cruel to me: with thy strong hand thou opposest thyself against 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 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 Yet he will not stretch out his hand to the grave, though they cry in his destruction. “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 not I weep for him that was in trouble? 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 When I looked for good, then evil came: 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 My bowels boiled, and rested not: the days of affliction came 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 went mourning without the sun: I stood up, and I cried in the congregation. 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 a brother to dragons, and a companion to owls. 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 upon 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 My harp also is turned to mourning, and my organ 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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