Job 30
Revised Geneva Translation
30 “But now, those who are younger than me, mock me, those whose fathers I have refused to set with the dogs of my flocks.
2 “For how should the strength of their hands have served me? Vigor perished in them.
3 “They were hard from poverty and famine, fleeing into the wilderness, dark, desolate and waste.
4 “They cut up nettles by the bushes, and the juniper root was their food.
5 “They were chased forth from among men. They shouted at them, as at a thief.
6 “Therefore they dwelt in the clefts of rivers, in the holes of the earth and rocks.
7 “They roared among the bushes, and under the thistles they gathered themselves.
8 “They were the children of fools, and the children of villains, who were scourged from the Earth.
9 “And now am I their song, and I am their talk.
10 “They abhor me, flee far from me, and do not hesitate to spit in my face.
11 “Because He has loosed His cord and humbled me. They have loosed the bridle before me.
12 “The youth rise up at my right hand. They have pushed away my feet and have built upon me the paths of their destruction.
13 “They have destroyed my paths. They took pleasure in my calamity. They had no help.
14 “They came as a great breach. Under this calamity they come in waves.
15 “Fear is turned upon me. They pursue my soul as the wind, and my health passes away as a cloud.
16 “Therefore my soul is now poured out upon me. And the days of affliction have taken hold on me.
17 “It pierces my bones in the night, and my sinews take no rest.
18 “Through great force is my garment changed, surrounding me as the collar of my coat.
19 “He has cast me into the mire, and I have become like ashes and dust.
20 “When I cry to You, You do not hear me. Nor do You regard me when I stand up.
21 “You turn Yourself cruelly against me and oppose me with the strength of Your Hand.
22 “You take me up, cause me to ride upon the wind, and make my strength fail.
23 “Surely I know that You will bring me to death, and to the house appointed for all the living.
24 “Yet does not one still stretch his hand from the grave, though he cries in His destruction?
25 “Did not I weep with him who was in trouble? Was not my soul in heaviness for the poor?
26 “Yet when I looked for good, evil came to me. And when I waited for light, there came darkness.
27 “My bowels boiled without rest. The days of affliction have come upon me.
28 “I went mourning, without Sun. I stood up in the Congregation and cried.
29 “I am a brother to the jackals, and a companion to the ostriches.
30 “My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burnt with heat.
31 “Therefore, my harp becomes mourning, and my organs the voice of those who weep.”
Job 30
World English Bible
30 “But now those who are younger than I have me in derision,
whose fathers I considered unworthy to put with my sheep dogs.
2 Of what use is the strength of their hands to me,
men in whom ripe age has perished?
3 They are gaunt from lack and famine.
They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of waste and desolation.
4 They pluck salt herbs by the bushes.
The roots of the broom tree are their food.
5 They are driven out from among men.
They cry after them as after a thief,
6 so that they live in frightful valleys,
and in holes of the earth and of the rocks.
7 They bray among the bushes.
They are gathered together under the nettles.
8 They are children of fools, yes, children of wicked men.
They were flogged out of the land.
9 “Now I have become their song.
Yes, I am a byword to them.
10 They abhor me, they stand aloof from me,
and don’t hesitate to spit in my face.
11 For he has untied his cord, and afflicted me;
and they have thrown off restraint before me.
12 On my right hand rise the rabble.
They thrust aside my feet.
They cast their ways of destruction up against me.
13 They mar my path.
They promote my destruction
without anyone’s help.
14 As through a wide breach they come.
They roll themselves in amid the ruin.
15 Terrors have turned on me.
They chase my honor as the wind.
My welfare has passed away as a cloud.
16 “Now my soul is poured out within me.
Days of affliction have taken hold of me.
17 In the night season my bones are pierced in me,
and the pains that gnaw me take no rest.
18 My garment is disfigured by great force.
It binds me about as the collar of my tunic.
19 He has cast me into the mire.
I have become like dust and ashes.
20 I cry to you, and you do not answer me.
I stand up, and you gaze at me.
21 You have turned to be cruel to me.
With the might of your hand you persecute me.
22 You lift me up to the wind, and drive me with it.
You dissolve me in the storm.
23 For I know that you will bring me to death,
to the house appointed for all living.
24 “However doesn’t one stretch out a hand in his fall?
Or in his calamity therefore cry for help?
25 Didn’t I weep for him who was in trouble?
Wasn’t my soul grieved for the needy?
26 When I looked for good, then evil came.
When I waited for light, darkness came.
27 My heart is troubled, and doesn’t rest.
Days of affliction have come on me.
28 I go mourning without the sun.
I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.
29 I am a brother to jackals,
and a companion to ostriches.
30 My skin grows black and peels from me.
My bones are burned with heat.
31 Therefore my harp has turned to mourning,
and my pipe into the voice of those who weep.
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