Job 30

Revised Standard Version Catholic Edition	CATHOLIC PUBLIC DOMAIN
1 "But now they make sport of me, men who are younger than I, whose fathers I would have disdained to set with the dogs of my flock.	1 But now, those younger in years scorn me, whose fathers I would not have seen fit to place with the dogs of my flock,
2 What could I gain from the strength of their hands, men whose vigor is gone?	2 the strength of whose hands was nothing to me, and they were considered unworthy of life itself.
3 Through want and hard hunger they gnaw the dry and desolate ground;	3 They were barren from poverty and hunger; they gnawed in solitude, layered with misfortune and misery.
4 they pick mallow and the leaves of bushes, and to warm themselves the roots of the broom.	4 And they chewed grass and the bark from trees, and the root of junipers was their food.
5 They are driven out from among men; they shout after them as after a thief.	5 They took these things from the steep valleys, and when they discovered one of these things, they rushed to the others with a cry.
6 In the gullies of the torrents they must dwell, in holes of the earth and of the rocks.	6 They lived in the parched desert and in caves underground or above the rocks.
7 Among the bushes they bray; under the nettles they huddle together.	7 They rejoiced among these kinds of things, and they considered it delightful to be under thorns.
8 A senseless, a disreputable brood, they have been whipped out of the land.	8 These are the sons of foolish and base men, not even paying any attention to the land.
9 "And now I have become their song, I am a byword to them.	9 Now I become their song, and I have been made into their proverb.
10 They abhor me, they keep aloof from me; they do not hesitate to spit at the sight of me.	10 They loathe me, and so they flee far from me, and they are not reluctant to spit in my face.
11 Because God has loosed my cord and humbled me, they have cast off restraint in my presence.	11 For he has opened his quiver and has afflicted me, and he has placed a bridle in my mouth.
12 On my right hand the rabble rise, they drive me forth, they cast up against me their ways of destruction.	12 Immediately, upon rising, my calamities rise up to the right. They have overturned my feet and have pressed me down along their way like waves.
13 They break up my path, they promote my calamity; no one restrains them.	13 They have diverted my journeys; they have waited to ambush me, and they have prevailed, and there was no one who might bring help.
14 As through a wide breach they come; amid the crash they roll on.	14 They have rushed upon me, as when a wall is broken or a gate opened, and they have been pulled down into my miseries.
15 Terrors are turned upon me; my honor is pursued as by the wind, and my prosperity has passed away like a cloud.	15 I have been reduced to nothing. You have taken away my desire like a wind, and my health has passed by like a cloud.
16 "And now my soul is poured out within me; days of affliction have taken hold of me.	16 But now my soul withers within myself, and the days of affliction take hold of me.
17 The night racks my bones, and the pain that gnaws me takes no rest.	17 At night, my bone is pierced with sorrows, and those who feed on me, do not sleep.
18 With violence it seizes my garment; it binds me about like the collar of my tunic.	18 By the sheer number of them my clothing is worn away, and they have closed in on me like the collar of my coat.
19 God has cast me into the mire, and I have become like dust and ashes.	19 I have been treated like dirt, and I have been turned into embers and ashes.
20 I cry to thee and thou dost not answer me; I stand, and thou dost not heed me.	20 I cry to you, and you do not heed me. I stand up, and you do not look back at me.
21 Thou hast turned cruel to me; with the might of thy hand thou dost persecute me.	21 You have changed me into hardness, and, with the hardness of your hand, you oppose me.
22 Thou liftest me up on the wind, thou makest me ride on it, and thou tossest me about in the roar of the storm.	22 You have lifted me up, and, placing me as if on the wind, you have thrown me down powerfully.
23 Yea, I know that thou wilt bring me to death, and to the house appointed for all living.	23 I know that you will hand me over to death, where a home has been established for all the living.
24 "Yet does not one in a heap of ruins stretch out his hand, and in his disaster cry for help?	24 Truly, then, you do not extend your hand in order to consume them, and if they fall down, you will save them.
25 Did not I weep for him whose day was hard? Was not my soul grieved for the poor?	25 Once, I wept over him who was afflicted, and my soul had compassion on the poor.
26 But when I looked for good, evil came; and when I waited for light, darkness came.	26 I expected good things, but evil things have come to me. I stood ready for light, yet darkness burst forth.
27 My heart is in turmoil, and is never still; days of affliction come to meet me.	27 My insides have seethed, without any rest, for the days of affliction have prevented it.
28 I go about blackened, but not by the sun; I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.	28 I went forth mourning, without anger, and rising up, I cried out in confusion.
29 I am a brother of jackals, and a companion of ostriches.	29 I was the brother of snakes, and the companion of ostriches.
30 My skin turns black and falls from me, and my bones burn with heat.	30 My skin has become blackened over me, and my bones have dried up because of the heat.
31 My lyre is turned to mourning, and my pipe to the voice of those who weep.	31 My harp has been turned into mourning, and my pipes have been turned into a voice of weeping.