Job 30

DOUAI-RHEIMS	Peshitta
1 But now the younger in time scorn me, whose fathers I would not have set with the dogs of my flock:	1 ܘܗܫܐ ܗܐ ܓܚܟܘ ܥܠܝ ܐܝܠܝܢ ܕܒܨܝܪ̈ܝܢ ܡܢܝ ܒܝ̈ܘܡܬܐ ܐܝܠܝܢ ܕܐܢܐ ܐܣܠܝܬ ܠܐ̈ܒܗܝܗܘܢ ܘܠܐ ܚܫܒܬ ܐܢܘܢ ܥܡ ܟ̈ܠܒܐ ܕܥܢܝ
2 The strength of whose hands was to me as nothing, and they were thought unworthy of life itself.	2 ܘܚܝܠܐ ܕܐ̈ܝܕܝܗܘܢ ܠܡܢܐ ܐ̇ܙܠ ܗܘܐ ܠܝ ܕܥܠܝܗܘܢ ܐܒܝܕ ܟܠܗ ܥܘܫܢܐ
3 Barren with want and hunger, who gnawed in the wilderness, disfigured with calamity and misery.
4 And they ate grass, and barks of trees, and the root of junipers was their food.
5 Who snatched up these things out of the valleys, and when they had found any of them, they ran to them with a cry.	5 ܘܒܩܛܝܪܐ ܢܒܥ ܥܠܝܗܘܢ ܐܝܟ ܓܢܒܐ ܒܥܘܫܢܐ ܕܪ̈ܓܠܬܐ
6 They dwelt in the desert places of torrents, and in caves of earth, or upon the gravel.	6 ܠܡܫܪܐ ܒܚ̈ܘܠܢܐ ܕܥܦܪܐ ܘܟܐ̈ܦܐ
7 They pleased themselves among these kind of things, and counted it delightful to be under the briers.	7 ܘܬܚܝܬ ܫܩܝ̈ܦܐ ܘܬܚܝܬ ܚ̈ܓܐ
8 The children of foolish and base men, and not appearing at all upon the earth.	8 ܢܣܬܚܦܘܢ ܒ̈ܢܝܐ ܫ̈ܛܝܐ ܥܡ ܒ̈ܢܝܐ ܥ̇ܘ̈ܠܐ ܬܡܢ ܢܬܡܟܟܘܢ ܡܢ ܐܪܥܐ
9 Now I am turned into their song, and am become their byword.	9 ܘܗܫܐ ܪܢܝܗܘܢ ܗܘܝܬ ܘܗܘܝܬ ܠܗܘܢ ܠܬܡܗܐ
10 They abhor me, and flee far from me, and are not afraid to spit in my face.	10 ܐܣܠܝܘܢܝ ܘܐܬܪܚܩܘ ܡܢܝ ܘܡܢ ܐ̈ܦܝ ܠܐ ܚܣܟܘ ܪܘܩܐ
11 For he hath opened his quiver, and hath afflicted me, and hath put a bridle into my mouth.	11 ܡܛܠ ܕܒܬܪܝ ܫܪܝܘ ܘܡܟܟܘܢܝ ܘܦܓܘܕܬܗ ܒܦܘܡܝ ܐܪܡܝܘ
12 At the right hand of my rising, my calamities forthwith arose: they have overthrown my feet, and have overwhelmed me with their paths as with waves.	12 ܥܠ ܝܡܝܢܝ ܩܡܘ ܘܥܪܩܠܘ ܪ̈ܓܠܝ ܘܥܪܩܠܘܢܝ ܒܫܒ̈ܝܠܐ ܕܐܘܪ̈ܚܬܗܘܢ
13 They have destroyed my ways, they have lain in wait against me, and they have prevailed, and there was none to help.	13 ܘܫܒ̈ܝܠܝ ܥܪܩܠܘ ܣܪܝܩܐܝܬ ܘܥܠ ܡܐ ܕܗܘܢܝ ܚܕܝܘ ܘܠܗܘܢ ܠܐ ܢܗܘܐ ܥܘܕܪܢ
14 They have rushed in upon me, as when a wall is broken, and a gate opened, and have rolled themselves down to my miseries.	14 ܐܝܟ ܬܘܪܥܬܐ ܪܒܬܐ ܢܐܬܘܢ ܘܬܚܝܬ ܥܠܥܠܐ ܢܬܬܒܪܘܢ
15 I am brought to nothing: as a wind thou hast taken away my desire: and my prosperity hath passed away like a cloud.	15 ܕܐܗܦܟܘ ܥܠܝ ܕܠܘܚܝܐ ܘܪܕܦܘ ܐܝܟ ܪܘܚܐ ܫܒܝ̈ܠܝ ܘܐܝܟ ܥܢܢܐ ܕܥܒܪܐ ܦܘܪܩܢܝ
16 And now my soul fadeth within myself, and the days of affliction possess me.	16 ܘܗܫܐ ܐܬܛܪܦܬ ܢܦܫܝ ܘܚܕܪ̈ܘܢܝ ܝܘܡ̈ܝ ܡܘܟܟܝ
17 In the night my bone is pierced with sorrows: and they that feed upon me, do not sleep.	17 ܒܠܠܝܐ ܓܪ̈ܡܝ ܝܩܪܘ ܥܠܝ ܘܓܘܫܡܝ ܠܐ ܫܪܐ ܒܣܘܓܐܐ ܕܚܝܠܐ
18 With the multitude of them my garment is consumed, and they have girded me about, as with the collar of my coat.	18 ܐܬܠܒܫܬ ܠܒܘܫܝ ܘܐܬܚܙܩܬ ܒܟܘܬܝܢܝ
19 I am compared to dirt, and am likened to embers and ashes.	19 ܐܕܡܝܘܢܝ ܠܛܝܢܐ ܘܐܬܡܬܠܬ ܐܝܟ ܥܦܪܐ ܘܩܛܡܐ
20 I cry to thee, and thou hearest me not: I stand up, and thou dost not regard me.	20 ܐܓܥܐ ܠܘܬܟ ܘܠܐ ܬܥܢܝܢܝ ܩܡܬ ܘܐܬܒܝܢܬ ܒܝ
21 Thou art changed to be cruel toward me, and in the hardness of thy hand thou art against me.	21 ܘܥܒܕܬܢܝ ܠܟ ܒܥܠܕܒܒܐ ܘܒܥܘܫܢܐ ܕܐ̈ܝܕܝܟ ܣܛܡܬܢܝ
22 Thou hast lifted me up, and set me as it were upon the wind, and thou hast mightily dashed me.	22 ܘܫܩܠܬܢܝ ܘܐܪܒܥܬܢܝ ܥܠ ܪܘܚܐ ܘܡܟܟܬܢܝ ܘܐܕܘܝܬܢܝ
23 I know that thou wilt deliver me to death, where a house is appointed for every one that liveth.	23 ܡܟܝܠ ܝ̇ܕܥ ܐܢܐ ܕܡܢ ܡܘܬܐ ܬܗܦܟܢܝ ܠܒܝܬ ܘܥܕܐ ܕܟܠܗܘܢ ܚ̈ܝܐ
24 But yet thou stretchest not forth thy hand to their consumption: and if they shall fall down thou wilt save.	24 ܒܪܡ ܠܐ ܥܠܝ ܢܘܫܛ ܐܝܕܗ ܘܡܐ ܕܓܥܝܬ ܠܘܬܗ ܢܦܪܩܢܝ
25 I wept heretofore for him that was afflicted, and my soul had compassion on the poor.	25 ܒܟܝܬ ܥܠ ܡܣܟܢܐ ܒܐܝܡܡܐ ܘܢܦܫܝ ܐܬܛܪܦܬ ܥܠ ܒ̇ܝܫܐ
26 I expected good things, and evils are come upon me: I waited for light, and darkness broke out.	26 ܣܟܝܬ ܠܛܒܬܐ ܘܐܬܬ ܒܝܫܬܐ ܣܟܝܬ ܠܢܘܗܪܐ ܘܐܬܐ ܥܡܛܢܐ
27 My inner parts have boiled without any rest, the days of affliction have prevented me.	27 ܡ̈ܥܝ ܐܬܕܠܚܘ ܘܠܐ ܫܠܝܘ ܩ̇ܕܡܘܢܝ ܝܘܡ̈ܬܐ ܕܡܘܟܟܝ
28 I went mourning without indignation; I rose up, and cried in the crowd.	28 ܟܡܝܪܐܝܬ ܗܠܟܬ ܕܠܐ ܚܡܬܐ ܩܡܬ ܒܟܢܘܫܝܐ ܘܒܟܝܬ
29 I was the brother of dragons, and companion of ostriches.	29 ܐܚܐ ܗܘܝܬ ܠܝܪ̈ܘܪܐ ܘܪܚܡܐ ܠܒܢ̈ܬ ܢܥܡ̈ܐ
30 My skin is become black upon me, and my bones are dried up with heat.	30 ܡܫܟܝ ܩܦܘܕ ܥܠܝ ܘܓܪ̈ܡܝ ܣܛܘ ܐܝܟ ܕܒܫܘܒܐ
31 My harp is turned to mourning, and my organ into the voice of those that weep.	31 ܗܘܐ ܟܢܪܝ ܠܐܒܠܐ ܘܙܡܪܝ ܠܩܠܐ ܕܒܟܬܐ