Noyes - Job - 30

30:1  But now they that are younger than I hold me in derision, Whose fathers I would have disdained to set with the dogs of my flock.

30:2  Of what use to me would be even the strength of their hands, To whom old age is lost?

30:3  By want and hunger they are famished; They gnaw the dry desert, The darkness of desolate wastes.

30:4  They gather purslain among the bushes, And the root of the broom is their bread.

30:5  They are driven from the society of men; There is a cry after them as after a thief.

30:6  They dwell in gloomy valleys, In caves of the earth and in rocks.

30:7  They bray among the bushes; Under the brambles are they stretched out.

30:8  An impious and low-born race, They are beaten out of the land.

30:9  And now I am become their song; Yea, I am their by-word!

30:10  They abhor me, they stand aloof from me; They forbear not to spit before my face.

30:11  Yea, they let loose the reins, and humble me; They cast off the bridle before me.

30:12  On my right hand riseth up the brood; They thrust away my feet; They cast up against me their destructive ways.

30:13  They break up my path; They hasten my fall,—They who have no helper!

30:14  They come upon me as through a wide breach; Through the ruins they rush in upon me.

30:15  Terrors are turned against me; They pursue my prosperity like the wind, And my welfare passeth away like a cloud.

30:16  And now my soul poureth itself out upon me; Days of affliction have taken hold of me.

30:17  By night my bones are pierced; they are torn from me, And my gnawers take no rest.

30:18  Through the violence of my disease is my garment changed; It bindeth me about like the collar of my tunic.

30:19  He hath cast me into the mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.

30:20  I call upon Thee, but thou dost not hear me; I stand up before thee, but thou regardest me not.

30:21  Thou art become cruel to me; With thy strong hand dost thou lie in wait for me.

30:22  Thou liftest me up, and causest me to ride upon the wind; Thou meltest me away in the storm.

30:23  I know that thou wilt bring me to death, To the place of assembly for all the living.

30:24  When He stretcheth out his hand, prayer availeth nothing; When He bringeth destruction, vain is the cry for help.

30:25  Did not I weep for him that was in trouble? Was not my soul grieved for the poor?

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

30:27  My bowels boil, and have no rest; Days of anguish have come upon me.

30:28  I am black, but not by the sun; I stand up, and utter my cries in the congregation.

30:29  I am become a brother to jackals, And a companion to ostriches.

30:30  My skin is black, and falleth from me, And my bones burn with heat.

30:31  My harp also is turned to mourning, And my pipe to notes of grief.