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Job 30
Palabra de Dios para Todos
Job 30
Palabra de Dios para Todos
30 »Pero ahora, gente más joven que yo se burla de mí;
A los padres de ellos yo no los consideraba dignos de estar
ni entre los perros de mis rebaños.
2 La fuerza de sus manos no me servía para nada.
No tenían fuerza alguna.
3 Vivían en la pobreza, muertos de hambre.
Roían raíces secas, en la noche desolada y desierta.
4 Arrancaban plantas enteras de malva
y se comían la raíz de la retama.
5 Han sido expulsados de la comunidad,
la gente grita tras ellos como si fueran ladrones.
6 Viven en el curso de quebradas secas,
en cuevas y huecos en el suelo.
7 Rebuznan entre los matorrales
y se amontonan bajo la maleza.
8 Son un montón de inútiles, gente que no vale nada,
obligados a salir del país a latigazos.
9 »Pero ahora resulta que sus hijos
se burlan y hacen chistes a costa mía.
10 Me detestan, se apartan de mí
y no vacilan en escupirme a la cara.
11 Es que Dios me ha desarmado;
me ha humillado.
Ellos no se refrenan en mi presencia.
12 En montón me atacan por la derecha;
me ponen zancadillas
y preparan la forma de acabar conmigo.
13 Arruinaron mi vida;
han logrado destruirme.
Yo no tengo a nadie que me ayude a enfrentarlos.
14 Avanzan como a través de una gran brecha.
Se lanzan contra mí en forma arrolladora.
15 Estoy temblando de miedo.
Mi dignidad se fue como el viento
y mi prosperidad como una nube.
16 »Ahora se me va la vida.
Días de aflicción se han apoderado de mí.
17 Las noches me atraviesan todos los huesos;
no cesan mis dolores.
18 Dios me agarró fuertemente de la ropa
y con violencia me tomó del cuello de mi túnica.
19 Dios me tira al barro
y me ha convertido en polvo y cenizas.
20 »Te pido ayuda a gritos, pero no me respondes.
Me levanto, pero no me prestas atención.
21 Te has vuelto cruel conmigo.
Usas tu poder para hacerme daño.
22 Con un fuerte viento me levantas y me arrastras lejos.
Me sacudes con la tempestad.
23 Sé que me llevarás a la muerte,
al lugar donde estaremos todos los que ahora vivimos.
24 »Con toda seguridad que nadie atacará al que ya está acabado
si pide auxilio en el momento de la destrucción.
25 ¿Acaso no he llorado con el que pasaba por malos momentos?
¿No he tenido compasión del pobre?
26 Porque yo esperaba el bien,
pero me ha llegado el mal.
Esperaba la luz,
pero todo se me ha oscurecido.
27 Todo mi interior está agitado y sigue así.
Me ha llegado la época de sufrimiento.
28 Estoy tostado y no por el sol.
Me levanto en medio de gente reunida y grito pidiendo auxilio.
29 Me he convertido en hermano de los chacales
y amigo de los búhos.
30 Mi piel se está achicharrando
y mi cuerpo arde[a] de fiebre.
31 Mi alegría se ha convertido en tristeza;
mi felicidad en lamentos.
Footnotes
- 30:30 mi cuerpo arde o mis huesos arden.
Job 30
New Life Version
Job 30
New Life Version
Job Keeps On Talking
30 “But now those who are younger than I make fun of me. I thought so little of their fathers that I did not want them with my sheep dogs. 2 Yes, what good could I get from the strength of their hands? Their strength was gone. 3 Their bodies are thin and in need of food. At night they bite the dry ground in the waste land. 4 They pick plants that taste of salt among the bushes. And they eat the root of the broom bush. 5 They are driven away from people. Men call out against them as if they were robbers. 6 So they live in valleys made by floods, in caves of the earth and of the rocks. 7 Among the bushes they cry out. They gather together under the thistles. 8 They are fools and they have no name. They have been driven out of the land.
9 “Now they make fun of me in song. They laugh at me. 10 They hate me and keep away from me, but they spit in my face. 11 Because God has made the string of my bow loose and has troubled me, they have thrown off their respect for me. 12 Their bad group comes to my right. They push me away and trip my feet, and make ways to destroy me. 13 They break up my path. They make trouble for me, and no one stops them. 14 They come as if through a wide hole in the wall, and roll on with much noise. 15 Fears come upon me. They go after my honor like the wind. And my well-being has passed away like a cloud.
16 “Now my soul is poured out within me. Days of trouble have taken hold of me. 17 Night cuts into my bones with pain. The pain keeps on and takes no rest. 18 My clothing is torn by a strong power. It pulls against me like the top of my coat. 19 God has thrown me into the mud, and I have become like dust and ashes. 20 I cry out to You for help, but You do not answer me. I stand up, and You turn away from me. 21 You work against me. With the power of Your hand you make it hard for me. 22 You lift me up to the wind and make it carry me. You throw me around in the storm. 23 For I know that You will bring me to death, to the place for all the living.
24 “Yet does not one in a destroyed place put out his hand, and in his trouble cry out for help? 25 Have I not cried for the one whose life is hard? Was not my soul filled with sorrow for the poor? 26 When I expected good, then trouble came. When I waited for light, darkness came. 27 My heart is troubled and does not rest. Days of trouble are before me. 28 I go about full of sorrow without comfort. I stand up where the people are gathered and cry out for help. 29 I have become a brother to wild dogs, and a friend of ostriches. 30 My skin becomes black and falls from me. My bones burn because I am sick. 31 So my harp is turned to sorrow, and my horn to the sound of crying.
Job 30
King James Version
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 International Version
Job 30
New International Version
30 “But now they mock me,(A)
men younger than I,
whose fathers I would have disdained
to put with my sheep dogs.(B)
2 Of what use was the strength of their hands to me,
since their vigor had gone from them?
3 Haggard from want and hunger,
they roamed[a] the parched land(C)
in desolate wastelands(D) at night.(E)
4 In the brush they gathered salt herbs,(F)
and their food[b] was the root of the broom bush.(G)
5 They were banished from human society,
shouted at as if they were thieves.
6 They were forced to live in the dry stream beds,
among the rocks and in holes in the ground.(H)
7 They brayed(I) among the bushes(J)
and huddled in the undergrowth.
8 A base and nameless brood,(K)
they were driven out of the land.(L)
9 “And now those young men mock me(M) in song;(N)
I have become a byword(O) among them.
10 They detest me(P) and keep their distance;
they do not hesitate to spit in my face.(Q)
11 Now that God has unstrung my bow(R) and afflicted me,(S)
they throw off restraint(T) in my presence.
12 On my right(U) the tribe[c] attacks;
they lay snares(V) for my feet,(W)
they build their siege ramps against me.(X)
13 They break up my road;(Y)
they succeed in destroying me.(Z)
‘No one can help him,’ they say.
14 They advance as through a gaping breach;(AA)
amid the ruins they come rolling in.
15 Terrors(AB) overwhelm me;(AC)
my dignity is driven away as by the wind,
my safety vanishes like a cloud.(AD)
16 “And now my life ebbs away;(AE)
days of suffering grip me.(AF)
17 Night pierces my bones;
my gnawing pains never rest.(AG)
18 In his great power(AH) God becomes like clothing to me[d];
he binds me like the neck of my garment.
19 He throws me into the mud,(AI)
and I am reduced to dust and ashes.(AJ)
20 “I cry out to you,(AK) God, but you do not answer;(AL)
I stand up, but you merely look at me.
21 You turn on me ruthlessly;(AM)
with the might of your hand(AN) you attack me.(AO)
22 You snatch me up and drive me before the wind;(AP)
you toss me about in the storm.(AQ)
23 I know you will bring me down to death,(AR)
to the place appointed for all the living.(AS)
24 “Surely no one lays a hand on a broken man(AT)
when he cries for help in his distress.(AU)
25 Have I not wept for those in trouble?(AV)
Has not my soul grieved for the poor?(AW)
26 Yet when I hoped for good, evil came;
when I looked for light, then came darkness.(AX)
27 The churning inside me never stops;(AY)
days of suffering confront me.(AZ)
28 I go about blackened,(BA) but not by the sun;
I stand up in the assembly and cry for help.(BB)
29 I have become a brother of jackals,(BC)
a companion of owls.(BD)
30 My skin grows black(BE) and peels;(BF)
my body burns with fever.(BG)
31 My lyre is tuned to mourning,(BH)
and my pipe(BI) to the sound of wailing.
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