Job 30
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1“But now men who are younger than I make fun of me.
I would not have even let their fathers
sit with my sheep dogs.
2Their hands had no strength to help me.
They had even lost their strength to work.
3They were thin from being hungry and in need.
They wandered through the dry and ruined land at night.
4They gathered desert plants by the brush for food.
They even ate the root of the broom tree.
5They were forced to live away from other people.
People shouted at them as if they were thieves.
6These young men had to live in dried up streambeds.
They lived in caves and among the rocks.
7They howled like animals out among the bushes.
And they huddled together in the brush.
8They are worthless people without names.
They were forced to leave the land.
9“Now they make fun of me with songs.
My name has become a joke among them.
10They hate me and stay far away from me.
But they do not mind spitting in my face.
11God has taken away my strength and made me suffer.
So they attack me with all their anger.
12On my right side they attack me like a mob.
They lay traps for my feet.
They prepare to attack me.
13They break up my road.
They work to destroy me
without anyone stopping them.
14They go forward as if through a hole in the wall.
They roll in among the ruins.
15Great fears overwhelm me.
They blow my honor away as if by a great wind.
My safety disappears like a cloud.
16“Now my life is almost over.
My days are full of suffering.
17At night my bones ache.
Gnawing pains never stop.
18In his great power God grabs hold of my clothing.
He chokes me with the collar of my coat.
19He throws me into the mud.
And I become like dirt and ashes.
20“I cry out to you, God, but you do not answer.
I stand up, but you just look at me.
21You turn on me without mercy.
You attack me with your powerful hand.
22You snatch me up and throw me into the wind.
You toss me about in the storm.
23I know you will bring me down to death.
You will bring me to the place where all living people must go.
24“Surely no one would hurt a ruined man
when he cries for help in his time of trouble.
25I have cried for those who are in trouble.
My soul has been very sad for poor people.
26But when I hoped for good, only evil came to me.
When I looked for light, darkness came.
27I never stop being upset inside.
Days of suffering are ahead of me.
28I have become black, but not by the sun.
I stand up in public and cry for help.
29It is as if I have become a brother to wild dogs
and a friend to ostriches.
30My skin becomes black and peels off.
My body burns with fever.
31My harp is tuned for singing a sad song.
And my flute is tuned for the sound of loud crying.
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