Job 30:1-17 ▼

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.

2 Also—the power of their hands, why [is it] to me? On them old age has perished.

3 With want and with harsh famine, || They are gnawing a dry place [in] the recent night, || [In] desolation and ruin,

4 Those cropping mallows near a shrub, || And their food [is] root of broom trees.

5 They are cast out from the midst || (They shout against them as a thief),

6 To dwell in a frightful place of valleys, || Holes of earth and clefts.

7 They groan among shrubs, || They are gathered together under nettles.

8 Sons of folly—even sons without name, || They have been struck from the land.

9 And now, I have been their song, || And I am to them for a byword.

10 They have detested me, || They have kept far from me, || And from before me have not spared to spit.

11 Because He loosed His cord and afflicts me, || And the bridle from before me, || They have cast away.

12 A brood arises on the right hand, || They have cast away my feet, || And they raise up against me, || Their paths of calamity.

13 They have broken down my path, || They profit by my calamity: He has no helper.

14 They come as a wide breach, || Under the desolation have rolled themselves.

15 He has turned terrors against me, || It pursues my abundance as the wind, || And as a thick cloud, || My safety has passed away.

16 And now, in me my soul pours itself out, || Days of affliction seize me.

17 [At] night my bone has been pierced in me, || And my gnawing [pain] does not lie down.