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.
Jó 30
Nova Versão Transformadora
Jó fala de sua angústia
30 “Agora, porém, os mais jovens zombam de mim,
rapazes cujos pais não são dignos de correr com meus cães pastores.
2 De que me serve a força deles?
Seu vigor já desapareceu!
3 Enfraquecidos pela pobreza e pela fome,
roem a terra seca, em regiões sombrias e desoladas.
4 Colhem ervas silvestres entre os arbustos
e comem as raízes das giestas.
5 São expulsos, aos gritos, da companhia das pessoas,
como se fossem ladrões.
6 Agora, moram em desfiladeiros medonhos,
em cavernas e entre as rochas.
7 Uivam como animais no meio dos arbustos
e ajuntam-se debaixo dos espinheiros.
8 São gente insensata, sem nome nem valor;
foram expulsos da terra.
9 “Agora, divertem-se às minhas custas!
Sou alvo de piadas e canções vulgares.
10 Desprezam-me e ficam longe de mim;
só se aproximam para cuspir em meu rosto.
11 Pois Deus cortou a corda de meu arco;
já que ele me humilhou,
eles não se refreiam mais.
12 Essa gente desprezível se opõe a mim abertamente;
lançam-me de um lado para o outro
e planejam minha desgraça.
13 Bloqueiam meu caminho
e fazem de tudo para me destruir.
Sabem que não tenho quem me ajude;
14 atacam-me de todos os lados.
Quando estou caído, lançam-se sobre mim;
15 vivo aterrorizado.
O vento carregou minha honra;
minha prosperidade passou como uma nuvem.
16 “Agora, minha vida se esvai;
a aflição me persegue durante o dia.
17 A noite corrói meus ossos;
a dor que me atormenta não descansa.
18 Com mão forte, Deus agarra minha roupa;[a]
pega-me pela gola de minha túnica.
19 Lança-me na lama;
não passo de pó e cinza.
20 “Clamo a ti, ó Deus, e não me respondes;
fico em pé diante de ti, mas não me dás atenção.
21 Tu me tratas com crueldade
e usas teu poder para me perseguir.
22 Tu me lanças no redemoinho
e me destróis na tempestade.
23 E sei que me envias para a morte,
para o destino de todos os que vivem.
24 “Por certo, ninguém se voltaria contra os necessitados,
quando clamam por socorro em suas dificuldades.
25 Acaso eu não chorava pelos aflitos?
Não me angustiava pelos pobres?
26 Esperava o bem, mas em seu lugar veio o mal;
aguardava a luz, mas em seu lugar veio a escuridão.
27 Meu coração está agitado e não sossega;
dias de aflição me atormentam.
28 Ando nas sombras, sem a luz do sol;
levanto-me em praça pública e clamo por socorro.
29 Contudo, sou considerado irmão dos chacais
e companheiro das corujas.
30 Minha pele escureceu,
e meus ossos ardem de febre.
31 Minha harpa toca canções fúnebres,
e minha flauta acompanha os que choram.”
Footnotes
- 30.18 Conforme a Septuaginta; o hebraico traz minha mão, minha veste está desfigurada.
Job 30
King James Version
30 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.
2 Yea, whereto might the strength of their hands profit me, in whom old age was perished?
3 For want and famine they were solitary; fleeing into the wilderness in former time desolate and waste.
4 Who cut up mallows by the bushes, and juniper roots for their meat.
5 They were driven forth from among men, (they cried after them as after a thief;)
6 To dwell in the cliffs of the valleys, 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, yea, children of base men: they were viler than the earth.
9 And now am I their song, yea, I am their byword.
10 They abhor me, they flee far from me, and spare not to spit in my face.
11 Because he hath loosed my cord, and afflicted me, they have also let loose the bridle before me.
12 Upon my right hand rise the youth; they push away my feet, and they raise up against me the ways of their destruction.
13 They mar my path, they set forward my calamity, they have no helper.
14 They came upon me as a wide breaking in of waters: in the desolation they rolled themselves upon me.
15 Terrors are turned upon me: they pursue my soul as the wind: and my welfare passeth away as a cloud.
16 And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
17 My bones are pierced in me in the night season: and my sinews take no rest.
18 By the great force of my disease is my garment changed: it bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.
19 He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.
20 I cry unto thee, and thou dost not hear me: I stand up, and thou regardest me not.
21 Thou art become cruel to me: with thy strong hand thou opposest thyself against me.
22 Thou liftest me up to the wind; thou causest me to ride upon it, and dissolvest my substance.
23 For I know that thou wilt bring me to death, and to the house appointed for all living.
24 Howbeit he will not stretch out his hand to the grave, though they cry in his destruction.
25 Did not I weep for him that was in trouble? was not my soul grieved for the poor?
26 When I looked for good, then evil came unto me: and when I waited for light, there came darkness.
27 My bowels boiled, and rested not: the days of affliction prevented me.
28 I went mourning without the sun: I stood up, and I cried in the congregation.
29 I am a brother to dragons, and a companion to owls.
30 My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.
31 My harp also is turned to mourning, and my organ into the voice of them that weep.
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