Job 30 - American Standard Version 2015

¹ But now they that are younger than I have me in derision,\par\tab Whose fathers I disdained to set with the dogs of my flock.

² Yea, the strength of their hands, whereto should it profit me?\par\tab Men in whom ripe age is perished.

³ They are gaunt with want and famine;\par\tab They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of wasteness and desolation.

⁴ They pluck salt-wort by the bushes;\par\tab And the roots of the broom are their food.

⁵ They are driven forth from the midst {\i of men};\par\tab They cry after them as after a thief;

⁶ So that they dwell in frightful valleys,\par\tab In holes of the earth and of the rocks.

⁷ Among the bushes they bray;\par\tab Under the nettles they are gathered together.

⁸ {\i They are} children of fools, yea, children of base men;\par\tab They were scouraged out of the land.\par

⁹ And now I am become their song,\par\tab Yea, I am a byword unto them.

¹⁰ They abhor me, they stand aloof from me,\par\tab And spare not to spit in my face.

¹¹ For he hath loosed his cord, and afflicted me;\par\tab And they have cast off the bridle before me.

¹² Upon my right hand rise the rabble;\par\tab They thrust aside my feet,\par\tab And they cast up against me their ways of destruction.

¹³ They mar my path,\par\tab They set forward my calamity,\par\tab {\i Even} men that have no helper.

¹⁴ As through a wide breach they come:\par\tab In the midst of the ruin they roll themselves {\i upon me}.

¹⁵ Terrors are turned upon me;\par\tab They chase mine honor as the wind;\par\tab And my welfare is passed away as a cloud.\par

¹⁶ And now my soul is poured out within me;\par\tab Days of affliction have taken hold upon me.

¹⁷ In the night season my bones are pierced in me,\par\tab And the {\i pains} that gnaw me take no rest.

¹⁸ By {\i God's} great force is my garment disfigured;\par\tab It bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.

¹⁹ He hath cast me into the mire,\par\tab And I am become like dust and ashes.

²⁰ I cry unto thee, and thou dost not answer me:\par\tab I stand up, and thou gazest at me.

²¹ Thou art turned to be cruel to me;\par\tab With the might of thy hand thou persecutest me.

²² Thou liftest me up to the wind, thou causest me to ride {\i upon it};\par\tab And thou dissolvest me in the storm.

²³ For I know that thou wilt bring me to death,\par\tab And to the house appointed for all living.\par

²⁴ Howbeit doth not one stretch out the hand in his fall?\par\tab Or in his calamity therefore cry for help?

²⁵ Did not I weep for him that was in trouble?\par\tab Was not my soul grieved for the needy?

²⁶ When I looked for good, then evil came;\par\tab And when I waited for light, there came darkness.

²⁷ My heart is troubled, and resteth not;\par\tab Days of affliction are come upon me.

²⁸ I go mourning without the sun:\par\tab I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.

²⁹ I am a brother to jackals,\par\tab And a companion to ostriches.

³⁰ My skin is black, {\i and falleth} from me,\par\tab And my bones are burned with heat.

³¹ Therefore is my harp {\i turned} to mourning,\par\tab And my pipe into the voice of them that weep.\par