Job30:1 'But now they make sport of me, men who are younger than I, whose fathers I would have disdained to set with the dogs of my flock.
Job30:2 What could I gain from the strength of their hands, men whose vigor is gone?
Job30:3 Through want and hard hunger they gnaw the dry and desolate ground;
Job30:4 they pick mallow and the leaves of bushes, and to warm themselves the roots of the broom.
Job30:5 They are driven out from among men;they shout after them as after a thief.
Job30:6 In the gullies of the torrents they must dwell, in holes of the earth and of the rocks.
Job30:7 Among the bushes they bray;under the nettles they huddle together.
Job30:8 A senseless, a disreputable brood, they have been whipped out of the land.
Job30:9 'And now I have become their song, I am a byword to them.
Job30:10 They abhor me, they keep aloof from me;they do not hesitate to spit at the sight of me.
Job30:11 Because God has loosed my cord and humbled me, they have cast off restraint in my presence.
Job30:12 On my right hand the rabble rise, they drive me forth, they cast up against me their ways of destruction.
Job30:13 They break up my path, they promote my calamity;no one restrains them.
Job30:14 As through a wide breach they come;amid the crash they roll on.
Job30:15 Terrors are turned upon me;my honor is pursued as by the wind, and my prosperity has passed away like a cloud.
Job30:16 'And now my soul is poured out within me;days of affliction have taken hold of me.
Job30:17 The night racks my bones, and the pain that gnaws me takes no rest.
Job30:18 With violence it seizes my garment;it binds me about like the collar of my tunic.
Job30:19 God has cast me into the mire, and I have become like dust and ashes.
Job30:20 I cry to thee and thou dost not answer me;I stand, and thou dost not heed me.
Job30:21 Thou hast turned cruel to me;with the might of thy hand thou dost persecute me.
Job30:22 Thou liftest me up on the wind, thou makest me ride on it, and thou tossest me about in the roar of the storm.
Job30:23 Yea, I know that thou wilt bring me to death, and to the house appointed for all living.
Job30:24 'Yet does not one in a heap of ruins stretch out his hand, and in his disaster cry for help?
Job30:25 Did not I weep for him whose day was hard? Was not my soul grieved for the poor?
Job30:26 But when I looked for good, evil came;and when I waited for light, darkness came.
Job30:27 My heart is in turmoil, and is never still;days of affliction come to meet me.
Job30:28 I go about blackened, but not by the sun;I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.
Job30:29 I am a brother of jackals, and a companion of ostriches.
Job30:30 My skin turns black and falls from me, and my bones burn with heat.
Job30:31 My lyre is turned to mourning, and my pipe to the voice of those who weep.