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 hath 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 With want and with famine gloomy, Those fleeing to a dry place, Formerly a desolation 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 Those cropping mallows near a shrub, And broom-roots is 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 From the midst they are cast out, (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 In a frightful place of valleys to dwell, 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 Among shrubs they do groan, Under nettles they are gathered together. 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 smitten 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, their song I have been, 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 abominated 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 His cord He loosed and afflicteth 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 On the right hand doth a brood arise, My feet they have cast away, 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, By my calamity they profit, 'He hath 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 As a wide breach they come, 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 hath turned against me terrors, It pursueth as the wind mine abundance, And as a thick cloud, Hath my safety 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 poureth itself out, Seize me do days of affliction. “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 hath been pierced in me, And mine eyelids do 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 doth gird 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 am 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 unto Thee, And Thou dost not answer me, I have stood, and Thou dost 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 Thou art turned to be fierce to me, With the strength of Thy hand, Thou oppressest 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 dost lift me up, On the wind Thou dost cause me to ride, And Thou meltest -- Thou levellest 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 To death Thou dost bring me back, 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 Doth He send forth the hand, Though in its ruin they have safety. “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 whose day is hard? Grieved hath my soul 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 good I expected, then cometh evil, And I wait for light, and darkness cometh. 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, Gone before me have days of affliction. 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 Mourning I have gone without the sun, I have risen, in an assembly I cry. 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 A brother I have been 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 hath been black upon me, And my bone hath 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 doth become mourning, And my organ 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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