LITV - Job - 30

30:1  But now the younger ones laugh at me; those whose fathers I would have refused to set with the dogs of my flock.

30:2  Also, what profit for me was the strength of their hands; for full vigor had perished from them?

30:3  They are lifeless with want and hunger, those who gnaw the dry ground which was formerly waste and desolation;

30:4  those plucking mallow by the bushes, and broom roots for their food;

30:5  they are driven from the midst; they shouted against them as a thief;

30:6  they dwell in the chasms of the torrents, in the holes of the earth, and in rocks.

30:7  They bray among the bushes; they huddle together under the nettles;

30:8  sons of fools; yea, sons without a name; they have been whipped out of the land.

30:9  And now I am their song; yea, I am their byword.

30:10  They despise me, and they keep away from me; they do not spare spit from my face;

30:11  Because He has loosed His bowstring and afflicted me, they also have thrown off the bridle in my presence.

30:12  On my right hand a brood rises; they push away my feet and raise their destructive ways against me.

30:13  They have broken down my path; they profit by my ruin; they have no helper.

30:14  They come on, as through a break; they roll on under ruin.

30:15  Terrors are turned on me; they pursue my soul like the wind, and my goods pass away like a cloud.

30:16  And now my soul is poured out within me; days of affliction have seized me.

30:17  The night pierces my bones on me, and my gnawings never lie down.

30:18  By the great force of my disease my garment is disfigured; it chokes me like the mouth of my coat.

30:19  He has cast me into the mire; and I have become like dust and ashes.

30:20  I cried to You, but You did not answer me. I stood up, and You looked at me.

30:21  You changed to be cruel to me; You assault me with the might of Your hand;

30:22  You lift me up to the wind; You cause me to ride on it ; and You melt me in a storm.

30:23  For I know that You will bring me to death, and to the house appointed for all living.

30:24  Surely He will not stretch out His hand to the ruin heap; behold, they cry for help in their misfortune.

30:25  Did I not weep for him whose day is hard; and my soul grieved for the poor?

30:26  When I looked for good, then evil came; and when I waited for light, then darkness came.

30:27  My bowels have boiled, and not rested; the days of affliction confront me.

30:28  I go in mourning with no sun; I stood up in the assembly, and I cried out.

30:29  I am a brother to jackals, and a companion to daughters of the ostrich.

30:30  My skin is blackened on me, and my bones are burned with heat.

30:31  And my lyre has turned to mourning, and My flute vibrates to the sound of weeping.