Job 30
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But now they that are younger than I have me in derision, Whose fathers I disdained
to set with the dogs of my flock.
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Yea, the strength of their hands, whereto should it profit me? Men in whom ripe
age is perished.
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They are gaunt with want and famine; They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of wasteness
and desolation.
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They pluck salt-wort by the bushes; And the roots of the broom are their food.
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They are driven forth from the midst [of men]; They cry after them as after a thief;
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So that they dwell in frightful valleys, In holes of the earth and of the rocks.
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Among the bushes they bray; Under the nettles they are gathered together.
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[They are] children of fools, yea, children of base men; They were scourged out of
the land.
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And now I am become their song, Yea, I am a byword to them.
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They abhor me, they stand aloof from me, And spare not to spit in my face.
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For he has loosed his cord, and afflicted me; And they have cast off the bridle before
me.
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Upon my right hand rise the rabble; They thrust aside my feet, And they cast up against
me their ways of destruction.
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They mar my path, They set forward my calamity, [Even] men that have no helper.
14
As through a wide breach they come: In the midst of the ruin they roll themselves
[upon me].
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Terrors are turned upon me; They chase mine honor as the wind; And my welfare is passed
away as a cloud.
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And now my soul is poured out within me; Days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
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In the night season my bones are pierced in me, And the [pains] that gnaw me take
no rest.
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By [God`s] great force is my garment disfigured; It binds me about as the collar of
my coat.
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He has cast me into the mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.
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I cry to you, and you do not answer me: I stand up, and you gaze at me.
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You are turned to be cruel to me; With the might of your hand you persecute me.
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You lift me up to the wind, you cause me to ride [upon it]; And you dissolve
me in the storm.
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For I know that you will bring me to death, And to the house appointed for all living.
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Nevertheless does not one stretch out the hand in his fall? Or in his calamity therefore
cry for help?
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Did not I weep for him whom was in trouble? Was not my soul grieved for the needy?
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When I looked for good, then evil came; And when I waited for light, there came darkness.
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My heart is troubled, and rests not; Days of affliction are come upon me.
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I go mourning without the sun: I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.
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I am a brother to jackals, And a companion to ostriches.
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My skin is black, [and falls] from me, And my bones are burned with heat.
31
Therefore is my harp [turned] to mourning, And my pipe into the voice of them that
weep.