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Job 30 : 1 - 31
Chapter 30
1 | "But now they mock at me, men younger than I, Whose fathers I disdained to put with the dogs of my flock.
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2 | Indeed, what profit is the strength of their hands to me? Their vigor has perished.
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3 | They are gaunt from want and famine, Fleeing late to the wilderness, desolate and waste,
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4 | Who pluck mallow by the bushes, And broom tree roots for their food.
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5 | They were driven out from among men, They shouted at them as at a thief.
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6 | They had to live in the clefts of the valleys, In caves of the earth and the rocks.
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7 | Among the bushes they brayed, Under the nettles they nestled.
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8 | They were sons of fools, Yes, sons of vile men; They were scourged from the land.
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9 | "And now I am their taunting song; Yes, I am their byword.
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10 | They abhor me, they keep far from me; They do not hesitate to spit in my face.
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11 | Because He has loosed my bowstring and afflicted me, They have cast off restraint before me.
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12 | At my right hand the rabble arises; They push away my feet, And they raise against me their ways of destruction.
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13 | They break up my path, They promote my calamity; They have no helper.
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14 | They come as broad breakers; Under the ruinous storm they roll along.
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15 | Terrors are turned upon me; They pursue my honor as the wind, And my prosperity has passed like a cloud.
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16 | "And now my soul is poured out because of my plight; The days of affliction take hold of me.
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17 | My bones are pierced in me at night, And my gnawing pains take no rest.
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18 | By great force my garment is disfigured; It binds me about as the collar of my coat.
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19 | He has cast me into the mire, And I have become like dust and ashes.
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20 | "I cry out to You, but You do not answer me; I stand up, and You regard me.
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21 | But You have become cruel to me; With the strength of Your hand You oppose me.
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22 | You lift me up to the wind and cause me to ride on it; You spoil my success.
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23 | For I know that You will bring me to death, And to the house appointed for all living.
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24 | "Surely He would not stretch out His hand against a heap of ruins, If they cry out when He destroys it.
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25 | Have I not wept for him who was in trouble? Has not my soul grieved for the poor?
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26 | But when I looked for good, evil came to me; And when I waited for light, then came darkness.
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27 | My heart is in turmoil and cannot rest; Days of affliction confront me.
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28 | I go about mourning, but not in the sun; I stand up in the assembly and cry out for help.
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29 | I am a brother of jackals, And a companion of ostriches.
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30 | My skin grows black and falls from me; My bones burn with fever.
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31 | My harp is turned to mourning, And my flute to the voice of those who weep.
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