Job 30
Holman Christian Standard Bible
30 But now they mock(A) me,
men younger than I am,
whose fathers I would have refused to put
with my sheep dogs.
2 What use to me was the strength of their hands?
Their vigor had left them.
3 Emaciated from poverty and hunger,
they gnawed the dry land,
the desolate wasteland by night.
4 They plucked mallow[a](B) among the shrubs,
and the roots of the broom tree were their food.
5 They were expelled from human society;
people shouted at them as if they were thieves.
6 They are living on the slopes of the wadis,
among the rocks and in holes in the ground.
7 They bray among the shrubs;
they huddle beneath the thistles.
8 Foolish(C) men, without even a name.
They were forced to leave the land.
9 Now I am mocked by their songs;(D)
I have become an object of scorn to them.
10 They despise me and keep their distance from me;(E)
they do not hesitate to spit(F) in my face.
11 Because God has loosened my[b] bowstring and oppressed me,
they have cast off restraint in my presence.(G)
12 The rabble[c] rise up at my right;
they trap[d] my feet
and construct their siege ramp[e] against me.(H)
13 They tear up my path;
they contribute to my destruction,(I)
without anyone to help them.
14 They advance as through a gaping breach;
they keep rolling in through the ruins.(J)
15 Terrors(K) are turned loose against me;
they chase my dignity away like the wind,
and my prosperity has passed by like a cloud.
16 Now my life is poured out before my eyes,
and days of suffering(L) have seized me.
17 Night pierces my bones,
but my gnawing pains never rest.(M)
18 My clothing is distorted with great force;
He chokes me by the neck of my garment.[f]
19 He throws me into the mud,
and I have become like dust and ashes.(N)
20 I cry out to You for help, but You do not answer me;(O)
when I stand up, You merely look at me.
21 You have turned against me with cruelty;
You harass(P) me with Your strong hand.
22 You lift me up on the wind and make me ride it;
You scatter me in the storm.(Q)
23 Yes, I know that You will lead me to death—
the place(R) appointed for all who live.
24 Yet no one would stretch out his hand
against a ruined man[g]
when he cries out to him for help
because of his distress.(S)
25 Have I not wept for those who have fallen on hard times?
Has my soul not grieved for the needy?(T)
26 But when I hoped for good, evil came;
when I looked for light, darkness(U) came.
27 I am churning within[h] and cannot rest;
days of suffering confront me.
28 I walk about blackened, but not by the sun.[i]
I stood in the assembly and cried out for help.
29 I have become a brother to jackals
and a companion of ostriches.
30 My skin blackens and flakes off,[j]
and my bones burn with fever.(V)
31 My lyre is used for mourning
and my flute for the sound of weeping.(W)
Footnotes
- Job 30:4 Or saltwort
- Job 30:11 Alt Hb tradition, LXX, Vg read His
- Job 30:12 Hb obscure
- Job 30:12 Lit stretch out
- Job 30:12 Lit and raise up their destructive paths
- Job 30:18 Hb obscure
- Job 30:24 Lit a heap of ruins
- Job 30:27 Lit My bowels boil
- Job 30:28 Or walk in sunless gloom
- Job 30:30 Lit blackens away from me
Job 30
New King James Version
Job’s Wealth Now Poverty
30 “But now they mock at me, men [a]younger than I,
Whose fathers I disdained to put with the dogs of my flock.
2 Indeed, what profit is the strength of their hands to me?
Their vigor has perished.
3 They are gaunt from want and famine,
Fleeing late to the wilderness, desolate and waste,
4 Who pluck [b]mallow by the bushes,
And broom tree roots for their food.
5 They were driven out from among men,
They shouted at them as at a thief.
6 They had to live in the clefts of the [c]valleys,
In [d]caves of the earth and the rocks.
7 Among the bushes they brayed,
Under the nettles they nestled.
8 They were sons of fools,
Yes, sons of vile men;
They were scourged from the land.
9 “And(A) now I am their taunting song;
Yes, I am their byword.
10 They abhor me, they keep far from me;
They do not hesitate (B)to spit in my face.
11 Because (C)He has loosed [e]my bowstring and afflicted me,
They have cast off restraint before me.
12 At my right hand the rabble arises;
They push away my feet,
And (D)they raise against me their ways of destruction.
13 They break up my path,
They promote my calamity;
They have no helper.
14 They come as broad breakers;
Under the ruinous storm they roll along.
15 Terrors are turned upon me;
They pursue my honor as the wind,
And my prosperity has passed like a cloud.
16 “And(E) now my soul is (F)poured out because of my plight;
The days of affliction take hold of me.
17 My bones are pierced in me at night,
And my gnawing pains take no rest.
18 By great force my garment is disfigured;
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 (G)cry out to You, but You do not answer me;
I stand up, and You regard me.
21 But You have become cruel to me;
With the strength of Your hand You (H)oppose me.
22 You lift me up to the wind and cause me to ride on it;
You spoil my success.
23 For I know that You will bring me to death,
And to the house (I)appointed for all living.
24 “Surely He would not stretch out His hand against a heap of ruins,
If they cry out when He destroys it.
25 (J)Have I not wept for him who was in trouble?
Has not my soul grieved for the poor?
26 (K)But when I looked for good, evil came to me;
And when I waited for light, then came darkness.
27 [f]My heart is in turmoil and cannot rest;
Days of affliction confront me.
28 (L)I go about mourning, but not in the sun;
I stand up in the assembly and cry out for help.
29 (M)I am a brother of jackals,
And a companion of ostriches.
30 (N)My skin grows black and falls from me;
(O)My bones burn with fever.
31 My harp is turned to mourning,
And my flute to the voice of those who weep.
Job 30
La Bible du Semeur
Job évoque sa condition présente
30 Mais hélas, aujourd’hui ╵me voilà la risée ╵de gamins dont les pères
étaient si méprisables
que je n’aurais daigné ╵les mettre avec mes chiens ╵pour garder mon troupeau.
2 D’ailleurs, qu’aurais-je fait ╵des efforts de leurs bras ?
Leur vigueur s’en allait :
3 épuisés par la faim ╵et par les privations,
ils rôdaient dans la steppe
par une nuit ╵de dévastation et désolation.
4 Ils arrachaient l’herbe salée[a] ╵au milieu des buissons,
ils prenaient les racines ╵du genêt comme pain.
5 Ils ont été chassés ╵du milieu de leur peuple[b],
on criait après eux ╵comme après des voleurs.
6 Ils hantaient les cavernes ╵au flanc des précipices,
ils logeaient dans des grottes ╵ou des trous de la terre.
7 Au milieu des épines ╵retentissaient leurs cris,
ils se couchaient ╵à l’abri des broussailles.
8 Ces êtres insensés ╵et innommables
avaient été chassés ╵hors du pays.
9 Me voici devenu ╵l’objet de leurs chansons,
celui dont tous se moquent.
10 Ils ont horreur de moi, ╵et s’éloignent de moi,
ou bien, sans hésiter, ╵me crachent au visage.
11 Car il a détendu ╵la corde de mon arc, ╵et il m’a humilié.
Aussi n’ont-ils plus envers moi ╵la moindre retenue.
12 Ils sont nombreux[c], ╵à ma droite, ils se lèvent[d] ╵et me font perdre pied,
ils se fraient vers moi des chemins ╵pour précipiter mon malheur.
13 Ils coupent ma retraite, ╵travaillant à ma ruine,
sans avoir besoin d’aide.
14 Ils arrivent sur moi ╵par une large brèche,
ils vont et viennent en tous sens ╵comme dans un lieu dévasté.
15 La terreur m’envahit,
ma dignité s’évanouit ╵comme emportée par la tempête,
tout secours m’est ôté ╵comme passe un nuage.
16 Et maintenant, ma vie s’échappe[e].
Des jours d’affliction m’ont étreint.
17 Dans la nuit il perce mes os
et mes nerfs n’ont pas de repos[f].
18 Avec toute sa force, ╵il s’agrippe à mon vêtement[g],
comme un col, il m’enserre.
19 Il m’a précipité ╵au milieu de la fange,
et je ne vaux pas mieux ╵que poussière et que cendre.
20 De mes cris je t’implore, ╵et tu ne réponds pas.
Je me tiens devant toi ╵et tu ne fais rien d’autre ╵que de me regarder.
21 Tu as changé ! ╵Tu t’es rendu cruel ╵à mon égard !
Avec la force de ta main, ╵tu t’acharnes sur moi !
22 Tu m’as fait enlever ╵sur les chevaux du vent,
et tu me fais tanguer ╵au sein de l’ouragan.
23 Je ne le sais que trop : ╵tu me mènes à la mort,
au lieu de rendez-vous ╵de tout être vivant.
24 Mais celui qui périt ╵ne tend-il pas la main ?
Celui qui est dans le malheur ╵ne crie-t-il pas ?
25 N’ai-je pas autrefois pleuré ╵avec ceux dont la vie est dure,
n’ai-je pas compati ╵à la peine du pauvre.
26 J’espérais le bonheur, ╵et le malheur est arrivé,
j’attendais la lumière ╵et les ténèbres sont venues.
27 Tout mon être intérieur ╵bouillonne sans relâche.
Des jours d’affliction m’ont atteint.
28 Je m’avance, l’air sombre, ╵et sans voir le soleil.
Au milieu de la foule ╵je me dresse et je hurle.
29 C’est comme si j’étais ╵un frère du chacal
ou un compagnon de l’autruche[h].
30 Ma peau noircit sur moi,
mes os sont consumés ╵par le feu de la fièvre.
31 Ma lyre ne sert plus ╵que pour des airs funèbres,
ma flûte n’accompagne ╵que le chant des pleureurs.
Footnotes
- 30.4 Cette herbe salée est parfois identifiée à l’arroche qui pousse sur les rives de la mer Morte.
- 30.5 A cause des méfaits qu’ils ont commis.
- 30.12 Autre traduction : Ces gamins.
- 30.12 Pour accuser Job. L’accusateur se place à la droite de l’accusé au tribunal (Ps 109.6 ; Za 3.1).
- 30.16 Autre traduction : je me lamente sur moi-même.
- 30.17 mes nerfs: autre traduction : mes douleurs.
- 30.18 il s’agrippe à mon vêtement: d’après l’ancienne version grecque ; le texte hébreu traditionnel a : Dieu devient pour moi comme un vêtement.
- 30.29 En faisant entendre des cris qui ressemblent à ceux de ces animaux ; même image en Mi 1.8.
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