Job 30:1-31 NIV

Job 30:1-31 NIV [1] "But now they mock me, men younger than I, whose fathers I would have disdained to put with my sheep dogs. [2] Of what use was the strength of their hands to me, since their vigor had gone from them? [3] Haggard from want and hunger, they roamed the parched land in desolate wastelands at night. [4] In the brush they gathered salt herbs, and their food was the root of the broom bush. [5] They were banished from human society, shouted at as if they were thieves. [6] They were forced to live in the dry stream beds, among the rocks and in holes in the ground. [7] They brayed among the bushes and huddled in the undergrowth. [8] A base and nameless brood, they were driven out of the land. [9] "And now those young men mock me in song; I have become a byword among them. [10] They detest me and keep their distance; they do not hesitate to spit in my face. [11] Now that God has unstrung my bow and afflicted me, they throw off restraint in my presence. [12] On my right the tribe attacks; they lay snares for my feet, they build their siege ramps against me. [13] They break up my road; they succeed in destroying me. 'No one can help him,' they say. [14] They advance as through a gaping breach; amid the ruins they come rolling in. [15] Terrors overwhelm me; my dignity is driven away as by the wind, my safety vanishes like a cloud. [16] "And now my life ebbs away; days of suffering grip me. [17] Night pierces my bones; my gnawing pains never rest. [18] In his great power God becomes like clothing to me; he binds me like the neck of my garment. [19] He throws me into the mud, and I am reduced to dust and ashes. [20] "I cry out to you, God, but you do not answer; I stand up, but you merely look at me. [21] You turn on me ruthlessly; with the might of your hand you attack me. [22] You snatch me up and drive me before the wind; you toss me about in the storm. [23] I know you will bring me down to death, to the place appointed for all the living. [24] "Surely no one lays a hand on a broken man when he cries for help in his distress. [25] Have I not wept for those in trouble? Has not my soul grieved for the poor? [26] Yet when I hoped for good, evil came; when I looked for light, then came darkness. [27] The churning inside me never stops; days of suffering confront me. [28] I go about blackened, but not by the sun; I stand up in the assembly and cry for help. [29] I have become a brother of jackals, a companion of owls. [30] My skin grows black and peels; my body burns with fever. [31] My lyre is tuned to mourning, and my pipe to the sound of wailing.

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