Job Chapter 30
1 But now the younger ones laugh at me, whose fathers I would have refused to set with the dogs of my flock.
2 What profit for me was the strength of their hands, for full vigor had perished from them?
3 They are dried up with want and famine. They gnaw the dry ground that was waste and ruin before.
4 They pluck mallows by the bushes and broom roots for their food.
5 They are driven forth from the midst. They cried out against them as a thief.
6 They live in the chasms of the valleys, in holes of the earth and in rocks.
7 They bray among the bushes. They huddle together under the nettles.
8 Sons of fools, yes, sons without a name. They have been whipped out of the land.
9 Now I am their song. Yes, I am their byword.
10 They despise me and flee far from me. They spit on my face.
11 Because He has loosed His bowstring and afflicted me, they have also thrown off the bridle before me.
12 On my right a brood rises. They push away my feet and raise up against me the ways of their ruin.
13 They have broken down my path. They gain by my trouble. They have no helper.
14 As through a wide break they came on, they roll under a ruin.
15 Terrors have turned on me. They pursue my soul like the wind and my good passes away like a cloud.
16 Now my soul is poured out within me. The days of affliction have taken hold on me.
17 My bones pierce in me in the night and my gnawings never lie down.
18 By the great force of my disease my clothing is exposed. It binds me about like the mouth of my coat.
19 He has cast me into the mire and I have become like dust and ashes.
20 I cried out to you and you did not hear me. I stood up and you did not consider me.
21 You changed to be cruel to me. With your mighty hand you assault me.
22 You lift me up to the wind. You cause me to ride on it and you melt me in a storm.
23 For I know that you will bring me to death and to the house appointed for all living.
24 He will not stretch out His hand to the grave even though they cry in destruction.
25 Did I not weep for him whose day was hard, and my soul grieved for the poor?
26 When I looked for good, evil came. When I waited for light, darkness came.
27 My bowels boiled and did not rest. The days of trouble confront me.
28 I go in mourning with no sun. I stood up and cried out out in the congregation.
29 I am a brother to jackals and a companion to daughters of the ostrich.
30 My skin is black on me and my bones are burned with heat.
31 My lyre has turned to mourning and my flute to the sound of weeping.