Job 30:1-17 ▼

1 “ And now they laugh at me, the fewer in days than I, whose fathers I disdained to put with the dogs of my flock.

2 Indeed, the strength of their hands, what is it to me? Upon them vigor has perished,

3 in poverty and in harsh hunger, ones gnawing the dry ground by night, in ruin and desolation.

4 They are plucking mallow among the brush, and the root of the broom tree is their bread.

5 From the midst of people they are driven out; they shout at them as at a thief.

6 On the slope of wadis they are to dwell, in holes of the dust and rocks.

7 Among the shrubs they bray; under the nettles they huddle together.

8 Sons of a fool, even sons without a name, they were scourged from the land.

9 And now I have become their song, and I have become a byword among them.

10 They abhor me and keep far from me; and from my face they do not withhold spit.

11 For my bowstring he has loosed and afflicted me, and they have cast off the bridle before me.

12 On the right a brood arises; they push away my feet, and they build up against me the ways of destruction.

13 They break up my path; they advance my calamity, with no one helping them.

14 As a wide breach they come; amid the ruin they roll on.

15 Terrors are turned over upon me; like the wind it pursues my honor, and like a cloud my deliverance has passed away.

16 And now within me my soul is poured out; days of affliction seize me.

17 Night pierces my bones from upon me, and my gnawing pains will not lie down.