Job Chapter 30 (NIV)

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undefined “But now they mock me,men younger than I,whose fathers I would have disdainedto put with my sheep dogs.

undefined Of what use was the strength of their hands to me,since their vigor had gone from them?

undefined Haggard from want and hunger,they roamed the parched landin desolate wastelands at night.

undefined In the brush they gathered salt herbs,and their food was the root of the broom tree.

undefined They were banished from their fellow men,shouted at as if they were thieves.

undefined They were forced to live in the dry stream beds,among the rocks and in holes in the ground.

undefined They brayed among the bushesand huddled in the undergrowth.

undefined A base and nameless brood,they were driven out of the land.

undefined “And now their sons mock me in song;I have become a byword among them.

undefined They detest me and keep their distance;they do not hesitate to spit in my face.

undefined Now that God has unstrung my bow and afflicted me,they throw off restraint in my presence.

undefined On my right the tribe attacks;they lay snares for my feet,they build their siege ramps against me.

undefined They break up my road;they succeed in destroying me—without anyone’s helping them.

undefined They advance as through a gaping breach;amid the ruins they come rolling in.

undefined Terrors overwhelm me;my dignity is driven away as by the wind,my safety vanishes like a cloud.

undefined “And now my life ebbs away;days of suffering grip me.

undefined Night pierces my bones;my gnawing pains never rest.

undefined In his great power God becomes like clothing to me;he binds me like the neck of my garment.

undefined He throws me into the mud,and I am reduced to dust and ashes.

undefined “I cry out to you, O God, but you do not answer;I stand up, but you merely look at me.

undefined You turn on me ruthlessly;with the might of your hand you attack me.

undefined You snatch me up and drive me before the wind;you toss me about in the storm.

undefined I know you will bring me down to death,to the place appointed for all the living.

undefined “Surely no one lays a hand on a broken manwhen he cries for help in his distress.

undefined Have I not wept for those in trouble?Has not my soul grieved for the poor?

undefined Yet when I hoped for good, evil came;when I looked for light, then came darkness.

undefined The churning inside me never stops;days of suffering confront me.

undefined I go about blackened, but not by the sun;I stand up in the assembly and cry for help.

undefined I have become a brother of jackals,a companion of owls.

undefined My skin grows black and peels;my body burns with fever.

undefined My harp is tuned to mourning,and my flute to the sound of wailing.

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