Job 30 Parallel Bible Translations

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1 “But now those who are younger than I have me in derision, whose fathers I considered unworthy to put with my sheep dogs. “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 Of what use is the strength of their hands to me, men in whom ripe 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 They are gaunt from lack and famine. They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of waste 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 They pluck salt herbs by the bushes. The roots of the broom tree are 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 are driven out from among men. They cry 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 so that they live in frightful valleys, and in holes of the earth 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 They bray among the bushes. They are gathered together under the nettles. Among the bushes they bray; under the nettles they huddle together. They brayed among the bushes and huddled in the undergrowth.
8 They are children of fools, yes, children of wicked men. They were flogged 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 “Now I have become their song. Yes, I am a byword 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, they stand aloof from me, and don’t 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 For he has untied his cord, and afflicted me; and they have thrown off restraint 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 my right hand rise the rabble. They thrust aside my feet. They cast their ways of destruction up 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 mar my path. They promote my destruction without anyone’s help. 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. They roll themselves in amid the ruin. 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 have turned on me. They chase my honor as the wind. My welfare has 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 “Now my soul is poured out within 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 In the night season my bones are pierced in me, and the pains that gnaw me 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 My garment is disfigured by great force. It binds 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. 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 stand up, and you gaze at 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 turned to be cruel to me. With the might of your hand you persecute 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 to the wind, and drive me with it. You dissolve me in the 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, 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 “However doesn’t one stretch out a hand in his fall? Or in his calamity therefore 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 Didn’t I weep for him who was in trouble? Wasn’t 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 looked for good, then evil came. When I waited for 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 heart is troubled, and doesn’t rest. Days of affliction have come on 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 mourning without the sun. I stand up 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 am a brother to jackals, and 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 skin grows black and peels from me. 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 Therefore my harp has turned to mourning, and my pipe into the voice 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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