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Job Talks about His Present Misery

30 “But now those who are younger than I am laugh at me.
I didn’t think their fathers were fit to sit with the dogs of my flock.
Of what use to me was the strength of their hands?
Their strength is gone.
Shriveled up from need and hunger,
they gnaw at the dry and barren ground during the night.
They pick saltwort from the underbrush,
and the roots of the broom plant are their food.[a]
They are driven from the community.
People shout at them in the same way they shout at thieves.
They have to live in dry riverbeds,
in holes in the ground, and among rocks.
They howl in bushes
and huddle together under thornbushes.
Godless fools and worthless people
are forced out of the land with whips.

“And now they make fun of me with songs.
I have become a joke to them.
10 Since they consider me disgusting, they keep their distance from me
and don’t hesitate to spit in my face.
11 Because God has untied my cord and has made me suffer,
they are no longer restrained in my presence.
12 They have attacked me on my right side like a mob.
They trip my feet
and then prepare ways to destroy me.
13 Yes, they remove all traces of my path in order to destroy me.
No one is there to help me against them.
14 They come through a wide hole ⌞in the wall⌟.
They crawl through the ruins.
15 Terrors are directed toward me.
They blow away my dignity like the wind.
My prosperity vanishes like a cloud.

16 “Now my life is pouring out of me.
Days of suffering seize me.
17 At night God pierces my bones.
My body doesn’t rest.
18 With great strength he grabs my clothes.
He seizes me by the collar of my robe.
19 He throws me into the dirt
so that I become like dust and ashes.

Job Calls on God for Help

20 “I call to you for help,
but you don’t answer me.
I stand up, but you just look at me.
21 You have begun to treat me cruelly.
With your mighty hand you assault me.
22 You pick me up and let the wind carry me away.
You toss me around with a storm.
23 I know you will lead me to death,
to the dwelling place appointed for all living beings.

Job Says: I Am Being Punished by God

24 “But God doesn’t stretch out his hand against one who is ruined
when that person calls for help in his disaster.
25 Didn’t I cry for the person whose days were difficult?
Didn’t my soul grieve for the poor?
26 When I waited for good, evil came.
When I looked for light, darkness came.
27 My insides are churning and won’t calm down.
Days of misery are ahead of me.
28 I walk in the dark without the sun.
I stand up in public and call for help.
29 I’m a brother to jackals
and a companion of ostriches.
30 My skin turns dark and peels.
My body burns with fever.
31 So my lyre is used for mourning
and my flute for loud weeping.

Footnotes

  1. 30:4 Or “they use the roots of the broom plant for warmth.”

Job continues to speak[a]

30 ‘But now it is different.
Men who are younger than I am laugh at me.
I would not even trust their fathers
    to take care of my sheep.
The work that those old men could do was no help to me.
    They no longer were strong.
They were weak and thin because they were hungry.
    They had to look for food in the desert at night.
    They found roots to eat in dry places.
They pulled up plants in the desert
    as their food.
They burned the roots of bushes
    to keep themselves warm.
People chased them away from their towns,
    as if they were shouting at robbers.
They had to live in dry valleys,
    among the rocks, or in caves.
They cried aloud like animals among the bushes.
    They hid together under the thorn bushes.
They were foolish people that nobody respected.
    People chased them away from their land.

But now their sons sing songs that insult me.
    They tell jokes about me.[b]
10 They hate me
    and they do not come near me.
When they see me,
    they spit at my face.
11 God has made me weak and helpless.
    People do to me anything that they want to do.
12 From one side, the crowd attacks me.
    They make me run away.
They are like an army that builds a road
    to come and attack me.
13 They stop me from escaping.
    They are ready to destroy me.
    They do not need anyone to help them.
14 I cannot stop them when they attack me.
    They rush forward to knock me down.
15 So I am always afraid.
My honour has disappeared
    as if a strong wind has blown it away.
My riches have also gone,
    like a cloud that passes across the sky.

16 Now I know that my life will soon end.
    Every day I continue to suffer.
17 At night, my bones are painful.
    The pain is always there in my body.
18 God has used his power to take hold of me.
    He has held my shirt around my neck.
19 He has thrown me down into the mud.
    I am no better than dust and ashes on the ground.
20 I call aloud to you, God,
    but you do not answer me.
When I stand to pray,
    you only look at me.
21 You have become cruel to me.
    You have used your strength to attack me.
22 You take hold of me and you carry me away,
    like a strong wind that blows.
You use a storm to destroy me.
23 I know that you are already taking me to my death.
    Everyone who lives has to go to that place.

24 When someone is weak and in trouble,
    people do not usually try to hurt him.
When someone calls aloud for help,
    they do not refuse to help him.
25 When other people were in trouble,
    I wept for them.
When I saw poor people
    it made me very upset.
26 But when I hoped for good things to happen,
    trouble came instead.
When I looked for light to shine on me,
    everything became dark.
27 I hurt inside me all the time.
    Every day I suffer from pain.
28 Illness has caused my skin to become black.
    It is not the sun that has made that happen.
I stand up in the public meeting place
    and I call aloud for help.
29 I have become like the jackals and the ostriches.
    My sad voice sounds like them.
30 My skin has become black,
    and bits of skin fall off.
    My body is hot with fever.[c]
31 Now, when I make music with my harp,
    I only sing funeral songs.
When I make music with my flute,
    I do it for people who are weeping.’

Footnotes

  1. 30:1 In chapter 30, Job speaks about his troubles. He has no money. He has no friends who can help him. But he does have a lot of pain. And the worst thing is that God will not answer his questions any more (verse 20).
  2. 30:9 A joke is something funny that people say. They used jokes to laugh at Job.
  3. 30:30 If someone has a fever, illness has made their body become very hot.