Job 30:1-31 NASB95

[1] "But now those younger than I mock me, Whose fathers I disdained to put with the dogs of my flock. [2] "Indeed, what good was the strength of their hands to me? Vigor had perished from them. [3] "From want and famine they are gaunt Who gnaw the dry ground by night in waste and desolation, [4] Who pluck mallow by the bushes, And whose food is the root of the broom shrub. [5] "They are driven from the community; They shout against them as against a thief, [6] So that they dwell in dreadful valleys, In holes of the earth and of the rocks. [7] "Among the bushes they cry out; Under the nettles they are gathered together. [8] "Fools, even those without a name, They were scourged from the land. [9] "And now I have become their taunt, I have even become a byword to them. [10] "They abhor me and stand aloof from me, And they do not refrain from spitting at my face. [11] "Because He has loosed His bowstring and afflicted me, They have cast off the bridle before me. [12] "On the right hand their brood arises; They thrust aside my feet and build up against me their ways of destruction. [13] "They break up my path, They profit from my destruction; No one restrains them. [14] "As through a wide breach they come, Amid the tempest they roll on. [15] "Terrors are turned against me; They pursue my honor as the wind, And my prosperity has passed away like a cloud. [16] "And now my soul is poured out within me; Days of affliction have seized me. [17] "At night it pierces my bones within me, And my gnawing pains take no rest. [18] "By a great force my garment is distorted; It binds me about as the collar of my coat. [19] "He has cast me into the mire, 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 Your attention against me. [21] "You have become cruel to me; With the might of Your hand You persecute me. [22] "You lift me up to the wind and cause me to ride; And You dissolve me in a storm. [23] "For I know that You will bring me to death And to the house of meeting for all living. [24] "Yet does not one in a heap of ruins stretch out his hand, Or in his disaster therefore cry out for help? [25] "Have I not wept for the one whose life is hard? Was not my soul grieved for the needy? [26] "When I expected good, then evil came; When I waited for light, then darkness came. [27] "I am seething within and cannot relax; Days of affliction confront me. [28] "I go about mourning without comfort; I stand up in the assembly and cry out for help. [29] "I have become a brother to jackals And a companion of ostriches. [30] "My skin turns black on me, And my bones burn with fever. [31] "Therefore my harp is turned to mourning, And my flute to the sound of those who weep.