Job 30

Job’s Present Misery

30:1 “But now they mock me, those who are younger1 than I,

whose fathers I disdained too much2

to put with my sheep dogs.3

30:2 Moreover, the strength of their4 hands –

what use was it to me?

Men whose strength5 had perished;

30:3 gaunt6 with want and hunger,

they would gnaw7 the parched land,

in former time desolate and waste.8

30:4 By the brush9 they would gather10 herbs from the salt marshes,11

and the root of the broom tree was their food.

30:5 They were banished from the community12

people13 shouted at them

like they would shout at thieves14

30:6 so that they had to live15

in the dry stream beds,16

in the holes of the ground, and among the rocks.

30:7 They brayed17 like animals among the bushes

and were huddled together18 under the nettles.

30:8 Sons of senseless and nameless people,19

they were driven out of the land with whips.20

Job’s Indignities

30:9 “And now I have become their taunt song;

I have become a byword21 among them.

30:10 They detest me and maintain their distance;22

they do not hesitate to spit in my face.

30:11 Because God has untied23 my tent cord and afflicted me,

people throw off all restraint in my presence.24

30:12 On my right the young rabble25 rise up;

they drive me from place to place,26

and build up siege ramps27 against me.28

30:13 They destroy29 my path;

they succeed in destroying me30

without anyone assisting31 them.

30:14 They come in as through a wide breach;

amid the crash32 they come rolling in.33

30:15 Terrors are turned loose34 on me;

they drive away35 my honor like the wind,

and like a cloud my deliverance has passed away.

Job’s Despondency

30:16 “And now my soul pours itself out within me;36

days of suffering take hold of me.

30:17 Night pierces37 my bones;38

my gnawing pains39 never cease.

30:18 With great power God40 grasps my clothing;41

he binds me like the collar42 of my tunic.

30:19 He has flung me into the mud,

and I have come to resemble dust and ashes.

30:20 I cry out to you,43 but you do not answer me;

I stand up,44 and you only look at me.45

30:21 You have become cruel to me;46

with the strength of your hand you attack me.47

30:22 You pick me up on the wind and make me ride on it;48

you toss me about49 in the storm.50

30:23 I know that you are bringing51 me to death,

to the meeting place for all the living.

The Contrast With the Past

30:24 “Surely one does not stretch out his hand

against a broken man52

when he cries for help in his distress.53

30:25 Have I not wept for the unfortunate?54

Was not my soul grieved for the poor?

30:26 But when I hoped for good, trouble came;

when I expected light, then darkness came.

30:27 My heart55 is in turmoil56 unceasingly;57

the days of my affliction confront me.

30:28 I go about blackened,58 but not by the sun;

in the assembly I stand up and cry for help.

30:29 I have become a brother to jackals

and a companion of ostriches.59

30:30 My skin has turned dark on me;60

my body61 is hot with fever.62

30:31 My harp is used for63 mourning

and my flute for the sound of weeping.

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