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Job 30 Amplified Bible, Classic Edition (AMPC)

30 But now they who are younger than I have me in derision, whose fathers I disdained to set with the dogs of my flock.

Yes, how could the strength of their hands profit me? They were men whose ripe age and vigor had perished.

They are gaunt with want and famine; they gnaw the dry and barren ground or flee into the wilderness, into the gloom of wasteness and desolation.

They pluck saltwort or mallows among the bushes, and roots of the broom for their food or to warm them.

They are driven from among men, who shout after them as after a thief.

They must dwell in the clefts of frightful valleys (gullies made by torrents) and in holes of the earth and of the rocks.

Among the bushes they bray and howl [like wild animals]; beneath the prickly scrub they fling themselves and huddle together.

Sons of the worthless and nameless, they have been scourged and crushed out of the land.

And now I have become their song; yes, I am a byword to them.

10 They abhor me, they stand aloof from me, and do not refrain from spitting in my face or at the sight of me.

11 For God has loosed my bowstring and afflicted and humbled me; they have cast off the bridle [of restraint] before me.

12 On my right hand rises the rabble brood; they jostle me and push away my feet, and they cast up against me their ways of destruction [like an advancing army].

13 They break up and clutter my path [embarrassing my plans]; they urge on my calamity, even though they have no helper [and are themselves helpless].

14 As through a wide breach they come in; amid the crash [of falling walls] they roll themselves upon me.

15 Terrors are turned upon me; my honor and reputation they chase away like the wind, and my welfare has passed away as a cloud.

16 And now my life is poured out within me; the days of affliction have gripped me.

17 My bones are pierced [with aching] in the night season, and the pains that gnaw me take no rest.

18 By the great force [of my disease] my garment is disguised and disfigured; it binds me about like the collar of my coat.

19 [God] has cast me into the mire, and I have become like dust and ashes.

20 I cry to You, [Lord,] and You do not answer me; I stand up, but You [only] gaze [indifferently] at me.

21 You have become harsh and cruel to me; with the might of Your hand You [keep me alive only to] persecute me.

22 You lift me up on the wind; You cause me to ride upon it, and You toss me about in the tempest.

23 For I know that You will bring me to death and to the house [of meeting] appointed for all the living.

24 However, does not one falling in a heap of ruins stretch out his hand? Or in his calamity will he not therefore cry for help?

25 Did not I weep for him who was in trouble? Was not my heart grieved for the poor and needy?

26 But when I looked for good, then evil came to me; and when I waited for light, there came darkness.

27 My heart is troubled and does not rest; days of affliction come to meet me.

28 I go about blackened, but not by the sun; I stand up in the congregation and cry for help.

29 I am a brother to jackals [which howl], and a companion to ostriches [which scream dismally].

30 My skin falls from me in blackened flakes, and my bones are burned with heat.

31 Therefore my lyre is turned to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of those who weep.

Amplified Bible, Classic Edition (AMPC)

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Job 30 New International Version (NIV)

30 “But now they mock me,
    men younger than I,
whose fathers I would have disdained
    to put with my sheep dogs.
Of what use was the strength of their hands to me,
    since their vigor had gone from them?
Haggard from want and hunger,
    they roamed[a] the parched land
    in desolate wastelands at night.
In the brush they gathered salt herbs,
    and their food[b] was the root of the broom bush.
They were banished from human society,
    shouted at as if they were thieves.
They were forced to live in the dry stream beds,
    among the rocks and in holes in the ground.
They brayed among the bushes
    and huddled in the undergrowth.
A base and nameless brood,
    they were driven out of the land.

“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[c] 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[d];
    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.

Footnotes:

  1. Job 30:3 Or gnawed
  2. Job 30:4 Or fuel
  3. Job 30:12 The meaning of the Hebrew for this word is uncertain.
  4. Job 30:18 Hebrew; Septuagint power he grasps my clothing
New International Version (NIV)

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