Job 30
Darby Translation
30 But now they that are younger than I have me in derision, whose fathers I would have disdained to set with the dogs of my flock.
2 Yea, whereto [should] the strength of their hands [profit] me, [men] in whom vigour hath perished?
3 Withered up through want and hunger, they flee into waste places long since desolate and desert:
4 They gather the salt-wort among the bushes, and the roots of the broom for their food.
5 They are driven forth from among [men]—they cry after them as after a thief—
6 To dwell in gloomy gorges, in caves of the earth and the rocks:
7 They bray among the bushes; under the brambles they are gathered together:
8 Sons of fools, and sons of nameless sires, they are driven out of the land.
9 And now I am their song, yea, I am their byword.
10 They abhor me, they stand aloof from me, yea, they spare not to spit in my face.
11 For he hath loosed my cord and afflicted me; so they cast off the bridle before me.
12 At [my] right hand rise the young brood; they push away my feet, and raise up against me their pernicious ways;
13 They mar my path, they set forward my calamity, without any to help them;
14 They come in as through a wide breach: amid the confusion they roll themselves onward.
15 Terrors are turned against me; they pursue mine honour as the wind; and my welfare is passed away like a cloud.
16 And now my soul is poured out in me; days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
17 The night pierceth through my bones [and detacheth them] from me, and my gnawing pains take no rest:
18 By their great force they have become my raiment; they bind me about as the collar of my coat.
19 He hath cast me into the mire, and I have become like dust and ashes.
20 I cry unto thee, and thou answerest me not; I stand up, and thou lookest at me.
21 Thou art changed to a cruel one to me; with the strength of thy hand thou pursuest me.
22 Thou liftest me up to the wind; thou causest me to be borne away, and dissolvest my substance.
23 For I know that thou wilt bring me to death, and into the house of assemblage for all living.
24 Indeed, no prayer [availeth] when he stretcheth out [his] hand: though they cry when he destroyeth.
25 Did not I weep for him whose days were hard? was not my soul grieved for the needy?
26 For I expected good, and there came evil; and I waited for light, but there came darkness.
27 My bowels well up, and rest not; days of affliction have confronted me.
28 I go about blackened, but not by the sun; I stand up, I cry in the congregation.
29 I am become a brother to jackals, and a companion of ostriches.
30 My skin is become black [and falleth] off me, and my bones are parched with heat.
31 My harp also is [turned] to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of weepers.
Jób 30
Hungarian New Translation
Jóbtól elfordultak az emberek
30 Most azonban kinevetnek engem, akik fiatalabbak nálam, akiknek az apját annyira sem becsültem, hogy juhászkutyáim közé soroljam.
2 Mire mentem volna kezük erejével? Hiszen életerejük odalett.
3 Ínségtől és éhségtől legyengülve a kopár földet rágják a már régen elpusztult pusztaságon.
4 Vadsóskát tépnek a bokrok mellett, és rekettyegyökér a kenyerük.
5 Kiközösítik őket, és rájuk kiáltanak, mint a tolvajokra.
6 Völgyek szakadékaiban kell lakniuk, a föld és a sziklák üregeiben.
7 A bokrok között kiáltoznak, a csalánok alatt gyülekeznek.
8 Bolondok, sőt becstelenek is, akiket korbáccsal vertek ki az országból.
9 És most ezek gúnyolódnak rajtam, ezek fecsegnek rólam.
10 Utálkozva távolodnak el tőlem, és nem átallnak arcomba köpni.
11 Mert meglazította íjam húrját, és megalázott az Isten: azért viselkednek zabolátlanul velem szemben.
12 Jobb felől csőcselék támad rám, lábamnak gáncsot vetnek, és utat építenek ellenem, hogy megrontsanak.
13 Az én ösvényemet meg elrontják, hogy romlásomat siettessék, pedig nincs is segítőjük.
14 Mint valami széles résen, úgy törnek ellenem: viharként zúdulnak rám.
15 Rémület fog el. Szélvész űzi el méltóságomat, boldogságom eltűnt, mint a felleg.
Jób Istentől kér segítséget
16 Fogytán van már a lelkierőm, a nyomorúság napjai tartanak fogva.
17 Éjszaka nyilallás van a csontjaimban, és kínjaim nem csillapodnak.
18 Nagy erejével megfogja öltözetemet, ruhámnál fogva megragad.
19 Sárba dobott engem, hasonló lettem a porhoz és a hamuhoz.
20 Segítségért kiáltok hozzád, de nem válaszolsz. Eléd állok, de te csak figyelsz engem.
21 Kegyetlenné váltál irántam. Erős kézzel üldözöl engem.
22 Fölemelsz, és elsodortatsz a széllel, szétmállasztasz a viharban.
23 Jól tudom, hogy halálba viszel, abba a házba, ahol minden élő találkozik.
24 De a roskadozó nem nyújthatja ki a kezét? Aki veszélyben van, nem kiálthat segítségért?
25 Nem sírtam-e, ha valakinek nehéz napja volt? Nem volt-e lelkem szomorú a szegény miatt?
26 Bizony, jót reméltem, és rossz jött. Világosságot vártam, és sűrű homály jött.
27 Forr a bensőm, nincs nyugtom, elértek a nyomorúság napjai,
28 Feketén járok, de nem a nap hevétől. Fölkelek, hogy segítségért kiáltsak a gyülekezethez.
29 A sakálok testvére lettem, és a struccok társa.
30 Bőröm megfeketedett, csontom pedig ég a láz miatt.
31 Citerám gyászosan szól, sípom síró hangon.
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.
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.
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