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Job 30
Reina Valera Contemporánea
Job 30
Reina Valera Contemporánea
30 »Pero hoy tengo que soportar las burlas
de jovencitos a quienes doblo la edad;
¡a sus padres jamás les habría encomendado
cuidar de los perros de mis rebaños!
2 ¿De qué me habría servido contar con ellos,
si en los brazos no tenían ninguna fuerza?
3 Vagaban solitarios, muertos de hambre,
huyendo de las sombras y de la soledad,
4 recogiendo hierbas del campo
y haciendo fuego con raíces de enebro,
5 siendo rechazados por todo el mundo,
y tratados a gritos, como si fueran ladrones;
6 viviendo en las barrancas de los arroyos,
o en cuevas y entre las rocas,
7 aullando en medio de la maleza,
y reuniéndose entre los espinos.
8 Gente envilecida, carente de nombre,
de instintos tan bajos que no merecían vivir.
9 »Pero ahora soy su hazmerreír;
soy para ellos objeto de burla.
10 Me rechazan, se alejan de mí,
y aun se atreven a escupirme en la cara.
11 Como Dios me humilló y me soltó de su mano,
me han perdido el respeto y se burlan de mí.
12 Me tienen rodeado, como una chusma,
y me empujan de un lado a otro
para hacer que yo caiga y me pierda.
13 Me cierran el paso, para destruirme,
¡se aprovechan de mi sufrimiento
sin que nadie se lo impida!
14 ¡Se lanzan furiosos contra mí,
como soldados que asaltan una muralla!
15 La confusión me domina;
han lanzado mi honra por los aires;
¡mis riquezas se esfumaron como nubes!
16 »Una gran tristeza embarga mi alma;
todo el tiempo me domina la aflicción.
17 Por las noches, el dolor me corroe los huesos,
el sueño se me va, y ya no encuentro reposo.
18 ¡Tú, Dios mío, me sujetas la ropa por el cuello
con tal violencia que siento que me ahogo!
19 Tú me has derribado por el suelo,
y ahora soy como el polvo, ¡sólo soy ceniza!
20 Clamo a ti, y no me escuchas;
a ti recurro, y ni siquiera me miras.
21 Te has vuelto muy cruel conmigo,
pues me atacas con tu mano poderosa.
22 Me has hecho volar por los aires,
y por los aires vuelo, como nada.
23 Bien sé que me llevas a la muerte,
a la mansión reservada para todos los mortales.
24 »¿Acaso no se tiende la mano al necesitado
cuando en su angustia reclama ayuda?
25 ¿Acaso no me apiadé del afligido
y tuve compasión del que nada tenía?
26 Cuando yo esperaba el bien, me vino el mal;
cuando esperaba la luz, me cayó la oscuridad.
27 Siento en mi interior una gran agitación;
tiempos de aflicción me tienen abrumado.
28 Ando en penumbras, sin la luz del sol;
en medio de la congregación me levanto y clamo,
29 Ahora soy compañero de los chacales
y amigo de los avestruces.
30 La piel se me reseca, y se me desprende,
y en los huesos siento un ardor insoportable.
31 De mi arpa brotan notas de tristeza;
¡de mi flauta salen cantos de lamento!
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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