Job 30:1-31 MEV

[1] "But now those who are younger than I mock me, whose fathers I disdained to put with the dogs of my flock. [2] Yes, how does the strength of their hands profit me? Their vigor has perished. [3] For want and famine they gnawed the parched land; fleeing into the wilderness in former time, desolate and waste. [4] Who pluck mallow by the bushes, and juniper roots for their food. [5] They were driven out from among men; they shout after them as after a thief. [6] They had to dwell in the rocky riverbeds, in caves of the earth, and in the rocks. [7] Among the bushes they brayed; under the nettles they were gathered together. [8] They were children of fools, yes, children of vile men; they were scourged from the earth. [9] "Now I am their taunting song; yes, I am their byword. [10] They abhor me, they flee far from me; they do not hesitate to spit in my face. [11] Because He has loosed my bowstring and afflicted me, they have cast off the bridle before me. [12] At my right hand their brood arises; they push away my feet, and they raise against me their ways of destruction. [13] They tear apart my path, they promote my calamity; they have no helper. [14] They came upon me as a wide breach, with a crash they came; in the desolation they rolled themselves upon me. [15] Terrors are turned on me; they pursue my dignity like the wind, and my help passes away as a cloud. [16] "Now my soul is poured out within me; the days of affliction have taken hold of me. [17] My bones are pierced in me at night, and my sinews have no rest. [18] By the great force of my disease my garment is changed; it binds me about as the collar of my coat. [19] He has cast me into the mire, and I have become like dust and ashes. [20] "I cry unto You, but You do not hear me; I stand up, and You do not regard me. [21] You have become cruel to me; with Your strong hand You oppose me. [22] You lift me up to the wind and cause me to ride on it; You dissolve my success. [23] For I know that You will bring me to death, and to the house appointed for all living. [24] "Surely He will not stretch out His hand to the grave, though they cry when He destroys it. [25] Did I not weep for him who was in trouble? Was not my soul grieved for the poor? [26] When I looked for good, then evil disaster came upon me; and when I waited for light, darkness came. [27] My insides boiled and did not rest; the days of affliction have met me. [28] I went mourning without the sun; I stood up, and I cried in the congregation. [29] I am a brother of jackals and a companion of owls. [30] My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with fever. [31] My harp is turned to mourning, and my flute to the voice of those who weep.