ASV Job Chapter 30
30:1 But now they that are younger than I have me in derision, Whose fathers I disdained to set with the dogs of my flock. 30:2 Yea, the strength of their hands, whereto should it profit me? Men in whom ripe age is perished. 30:3 They are gaunt with want and famine; They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of wasteness and desolation. 30:4 They pluck salt-wort by the bushes; And the roots of the broom are their food. 30:5 They are driven forth from the midst of men; They cry after them as after a thief; 30:6 So that they dwell in frightful valleys, In holes of the earth and of the rocks. 30:7 Among the bushes they bray; Under the nettles they are gathered together. 30:8 They are children of fools, yea, children of base men; They were scourged out of the land. 30:9 And now I am become their song, Yea, I am a byword unto them. 30:10 They abhor me, they stand aloof from me, And spare not to spit in my face. 30:11 For he hath loosed his cord, and afflicted me; And they have cast off the bridle before me. 30:12 Upon my right hand rise the rabble; They thrust aside my feet, And they cast up against me their ways of destruction. 30:13 They mar my path, They set forward my calamity, Even men that have no helper. 30:14 As through a wide breach they come: In the midst of the ruin they roll themselves upon me. 30:15 Terrors are turned upon me; They chase mine honor as the wind; And my welfare is passed away as a cloud. 30:16 And now my soul is poured out within me; Days of affliction have taken hold upon me. 30:17 In the night season my bones are pierced in me, And the pains that gnaw me take no rest. 30:18 By God’s great force is my garment disfigured; It bindeth me about as the collar of my coat. 30:19 He hath cast me into the mire, And I am become like dust and ashes. 30:20 I cry unto thee, and thou dost not answer me: I stand up, and thou gazest at me. 30:21 Thou art turned to be cruel to me; With the might of thy hand thou persecutest me. 30:22 Thou liftest me up to the wind, thou causest me to ride upon it; And thou dissolvest me in the storm. 30:23 For I know that thou wilt bring me to death, And to the house appointed for all living. 30:24 Howbeit doth not one stretch out the hand in his fall? Or in his calamity therefore cry for help? 30:25 Did not I weep for him that was in trouble? Was not my soul grieved for the needy? 30:26 When I looked for good, then evil came; And when I waited for light, there came darkness. 30:27 My heart is troubled, and resteth not; Days of affliction are come upon me. 30:28 I go mourning without the sun: I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help. 30:29 I am a brother to jackals, And a companion to ostriches. 30:30 My skin is black, and falleth from me, And my bones are burned with heat. 30:31 Therefore is my harp turned to mourning, And my pipe into the voice of them that weep.