Job 30

NEW JERUSALEM	DOUAI-RHEIMS
1 And now I am the laughing-stock of people who are younger than I am and whose parents I wouldhave disdained to put with the dogs guarding my flock.	1 But now the younger in time scorn me, whose fathers I would not have set with the dogs of my flock:
2 And what use to me was the strength of their hands? - enfeebled as they were,	2 The strength of whose hands was to me as nothing, and they were thought unworthy of life itself.
3 worn out by want and hunger, for they used to gnaw the roots of the thirsty ground -- that place ofgloom, ruin and desolation-	3 Barren with want and hunger, who gnawed in the wilderness, disfigured with calamity and misery.
4 they used to pick saltwort among the scrub, making their meals off roots of broom.	4 And they ate grass, and barks of trees, and the root of junipers was their food.
5 Outlawed from human company, which raised hue and cry against them, as against thieves,	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.
6 they made their homes in the sides of ravines, in holes in the earth or in clefts of rock.	6 They dwelt in the desert places of torrents, and in caves of earth, or upon the gravel.
7 You could hear them braying from the bushes as they huddled together in the thistles.	7 They pleased themselves among these kind of things, and counted it delightful to be under the briers.
8 Children of scoundrels, worse, nameless people, the very outcasts of society!	8 The children of foolish and base men, and not appearing at all upon the earth.
9 And these are the ones who now make up songs about me and use me as a byword!	9 Now I am turned into their song, and am become their byword.
10 Fil ed with disgust, they keep their distance, on seeing me, they spit without restraint.	10 They abhor me, and flee far from me, and are not afraid to spit in my face.
11 And since God has loosened my bow-string and afflicted me, they too throw off the bridle in mypresence.	11 For he hath opened his quiver, and hath afflicted me, and hath put a bridle into my mouth.
12 Their brats surge forward on my right, to see when I am having a little peace, and advance on mewith threatening strides.	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.
13 They cut off all means of escape seizing the chance to destroy me, and no one stops them.	13 They have destroyed my ways, they have lain in wait against me, and they have prevailed, and there was none to help.
14 They move in, as if through a wide breach, and I go tumbling beneath the rubble.	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.
15 Terror rounds on me, my confidence is dispersed as though by the wind, my hope of safety vanisheslike a cloud.	15 I am brought to nothing: as a wind thou hast taken away my desire: and my prosperity hath passed away like a cloud.
16 And now the life in me trickles away, days of grief have gripped me.	16 And now my soul fadeth within myself, and the days of affliction possess me.
17 At night-time sickness saps my bones I am gnawed by wounds that never sleep.	17 In the night my bone is pierced with sorrows: and they that feed upon me, do not sleep.
18 Violently, he has caught me by my clothes, has gripped me by the col ar of my coat.	18 With the multitude of them my garment is consumed, and they have girded me about, as with the collar of my coat.
19 He has thrown me into the mud; I am no more than dust and ashes.	19 I am compared to dirt, and am likened to embers and ashes.
20 I cry to you, and you give me no answer; I stand before you, but you take no notice.	20 I cry to thee, and thou hearest me not: I stand up, and thou dost not regard me.
21 You have grown cruel to me, and your strong hand torments me unmerciful y.	21 Thou art changed to be cruel toward me, and in the hardness of thy hand thou art against me.
22 You carry me away astride the wind and blow me to pieces in a tempest.	22 Thou hast lifted me up, and set me as it were upon the wind, and thou hast mightily dashed me.
23 Yes, I know that you are taking me towards death, to the common meeting-place of al the living.	23 I know that thou wilt deliver me to death, where a house is appointed for every one that liveth.
24 Yet have I ever laid a hand on the poor when they cried out for justice in calamity?	24 But yet thou stretchest not forth thy hand to their consumption: and if they shall fall down thou wilt save.
25 Have I not wept for those whose life is hard, felt pity for the penniless?	25 I wept heretofore for him that was afflicted, and my soul had compassion on the poor.
26 I hoped for happiness, but sorrow came; I looked for light, but there was darkness.	26 I expected good things, and evils are come upon me: I waited for light, and darkness broke out.
27 My stomach seethes, is never stil , days of suffering have struck me.	27 My inner parts have boiled without any rest, the days of affliction have prevented me.
28 Sombre I go, yet no one comforts me, and if I rise in the council, I rise to weep.	28 I went mourning without indignation; I rose up, and cried in the crowd.
29 I have become brother to the jackal and companion to the ostrich.	29 I was the brother of dragons, and companion of ostriches.
30 My skin has turned black on me, my bones are burnt with fever.	30 My skin is become black upon me, and my bones are dried up with heat.
31 My harp is tuned to dirges, my pipe to the voice of mourners.	31 My harp is turned to mourning, and my organ into the voice of those that weep.