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JOB ยท Chapter 30
30:1 But now they that are younger than I have me in derision, whose
fathers I would have disdained to have set with the dogs of my flock.
30:2 Yea, whereto might the strength of their hands profit me, in whom
old age was perished?
30:3 For lack and famine they were solitary; fleeing into the wilderness
in former time desolate and waste.
30:4 Who cut up mallows by the bushes, and juniper roots for their
food.
30:5 They were driven forth from among men, (they cried after them
as after a thief;)
30:6 To dwell in the cliffs of the valleys, in caves of the earth,
and in the rocks.
30:7 Among the bushes they brayed; under the nettles they were gathered
together.
30:8 They were children of fools, yea, children of base men: they were
viler than the earth.
30:9 And now am I their song, yea, I am their byword.
30:10 They detest me, they flee far from me, and spare not to spit
in my face.
30:11 Because he has loosed my cord, and afflicted me, they have also
let loose the bridle before me.
30:12 Upon my right hand rise the youth; they push away my feet, and
they raise up against me the ways of their destruction.
30:13 They ruin my path, they set forward my calamity, they have no
helper.
30:14 They came upon me as a wide breaking in of waters: in the desolation
they rolled themselves upon me.
30:15 Terrors are turned upon me: they pursue my soul as the wind:
and my welfare passes away as a cloud.
30:16 And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction
have taken hold upon me.
30:17 My bones are pierced in me in the night season: and my sinews
take no rest.
30:18 By the great force of my disease is my garment changed: it binds
me about as the collar of my coat.
30:19 He has cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.
30:20 I cry unto you, and you do not hear me: I stand up, and you regard
me not.
30:21 You are become cruel to me: with your strong hand you oppose
yourself against me.
30:22 You lift me up to the wind; you cause me to ride upon it, and
dissolve my substance.
30:23 For I know that you will bring me to death, and to the house
appointed for all living.
30:24 Nevertheless he will not stretch out his hand to the grave, though
they cry in his destruction.
30:25 Did not I weep for him that was in trouble? was not my soul grieved
for the poor?
30:26 When I looked for good, then evil came unto me: and when I waited
for light, there came darkness.
30:27 My bowels boiled, and rested not: the days of affliction prevented
me.
30:28 I went mourning without the sun: I stood up, and I cried in the
congregation.
30:29 I am a brother to dragons, and a companion to owls.
30:30 My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.
30:31 My harp also is turned to mourning, and my organ into the voice
of them that weep.
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