Job 30

CATHOLIC PUBLIC DOMAIN	Peshitta
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,	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 nothing to me, and they were considered unworthy of life itself.	2 ܘܚܝܠܐ ܕܐ̈ܝܕܝܗܘܢ ܠܡܢܐ ܐ̇ܙܠ ܗܘܐ ܠܝ ܕܥܠܝܗܘܢ ܐܒܝܕ ܟܠܗ ܥܘܫܢܐ
3 They were barren from poverty and hunger; they gnawed in solitude, layered with misfortune and misery.
4 And they chewed grass and the bark from trees, and the root of junipers was their food.
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.	5 ܘܒܩܛܝܪܐ ܢܒܥ ܥܠܝܗܘܢ ܐܝܟ ܓܢܒܐ ܒܥܘܫܢܐ ܕܪ̈ܓܠܬܐ
6 They lived in the parched desert and in caves underground or above the rocks.	6 ܠܡܫܪܐ ܒܚ̈ܘܠܢܐ ܕܥܦܪܐ ܘܟܐ̈ܦܐ
7 They rejoiced among these kinds of things, and they considered it delightful to be under thorns.	7 ܘܬܚܝܬ ܫܩܝ̈ܦܐ ܘܬܚܝܬ ܚ̈ܓܐ
8 These are the sons of foolish and base men, not even paying any attention to the land.	8 ܢܣܬܚܦܘܢ ܒ̈ܢܝܐ ܫ̈ܛܝܐ ܥܡ ܒ̈ܢܝܐ ܥ̇ܘ̈ܠܐ ܬܡܢ ܢܬܡܟܟܘܢ ܡܢ ܐܪܥܐ
9 Now I become their song, and I have been made into their proverb.	9 ܘܗܫܐ ܪܢܝܗܘܢ ܗܘܝܬ ܘܗܘܝܬ ܠܗܘܢ ܠܬܡܗܐ
10 They loathe me, and so they flee far from me, and they are not reluctant to spit in my face.	10 ܐܣܠܝܘܢܝ ܘܐܬܪܚܩܘ ܡܢܝ ܘܡܢ ܐ̈ܦܝ ܠܐ ܚܣܟܘ ܪܘܩܐ
11 For he has opened his quiver and has afflicted me, and he has placed a bridle in my mouth.	11 ܡܛܠ ܕܒܬܪܝ ܫܪܝܘ ܘܡܟܟܘܢܝ ܘܦܓܘܕܬܗ ܒܦܘܡܝ ܐܪܡܝܘ
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.	12 ܥܠ ܝܡܝܢܝ ܩܡܘ ܘܥܪܩܠܘ ܪ̈ܓܠܝ ܘܥܪܩܠܘܢܝ ܒܫܒ̈ܝܠܐ ܕܐܘܪ̈ܚܬܗܘܢ
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.	13 ܘܫܒ̈ܝܠܝ ܥܪܩܠܘ ܣܪܝܩܐܝܬ ܘܥܠ ܡܐ ܕܗܘܢܝ ܚܕܝܘ ܘܠܗܘܢ ܠܐ ܢܗܘܐ ܥܘܕܪܢ
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.	14 ܐܝܟ ܬܘܪܥܬܐ ܪܒܬܐ ܢܐܬܘܢ ܘܬܚܝܬ ܥܠܥܠܐ ܢܬܬܒܪܘܢ
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.	15 ܕܐܗܦܟܘ ܥܠܝ ܕܠܘܚܝܐ ܘܪܕܦܘ ܐܝܟ ܪܘܚܐ ܫܒܝ̈ܠܝ ܘܐܝܟ ܥܢܢܐ ܕܥܒܪܐ ܦܘܪܩܢܝ
16 But now my soul withers within myself, and the days of affliction take hold of me.	16 ܘܗܫܐ ܐܬܛܪܦܬ ܢܦܫܝ ܘܚܕܪ̈ܘܢܝ ܝܘܡ̈ܝ ܡܘܟܟܝ
17 At night, my bone is pierced with sorrows, and those who feed on me, do not sleep.	17 ܒܠܠܝܐ ܓܪ̈ܡܝ ܝܩܪܘ ܥܠܝ ܘܓܘܫܡܝ ܠܐ ܫܪܐ ܒܣܘܓܐܐ ܕܚܝܠܐ
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.	18 ܐܬܠܒܫܬ ܠܒܘܫܝ ܘܐܬܚܙܩܬ ܒܟܘܬܝܢܝ
19 I have been treated like dirt, and I have been turned into embers and ashes.	19 ܐܕܡܝܘܢܝ ܠܛܝܢܐ ܘܐܬܡܬܠܬ ܐܝܟ ܥܦܪܐ ܘܩܛܡܐ
20 I cry to you, and you do not heed me. I stand up, and you do not look back at me.	20 ܐܓܥܐ ܠܘܬܟ ܘܠܐ ܬܥܢܝܢܝ ܩܡܬ ܘܐܬܒܝܢܬ ܒܝ
21 You have changed me into hardness, and, with the hardness of your hand, you oppose me.	21 ܘܥܒܕܬܢܝ ܠܟ ܒܥܠܕܒܒܐ ܘܒܥܘܫܢܐ ܕܐ̈ܝܕܝܟ ܣܛܡܬܢܝ
22 You have lifted me up, and, placing me as if on the wind, you have thrown me down powerfully.	22 ܘܫܩܠܬܢܝ ܘܐܪܒܥܬܢܝ ܥܠ ܪܘܚܐ ܘܡܟܟܬܢܝ ܘܐܕܘܝܬܢܝ
23 I know that you will hand me over to death, where a home has been established for all the living.	23 ܡܟܝܠ ܝ̇ܕܥ ܐܢܐ ܕܡܢ ܡܘܬܐ ܬܗܦܟܢܝ ܠܒܝܬ ܘܥܕܐ ܕܟܠܗܘܢ ܚ̈ܝܐ
24 Truly, then, you do not extend your hand in order to consume them, and if they fall down, you will save them.	24 ܒܪܡ ܠܐ ܥܠܝ ܢܘܫܛ ܐܝܕܗ ܘܡܐ ܕܓܥܝܬ ܠܘܬܗ ܢܦܪܩܢܝ
25 Once, I wept over him who was afflicted, and my soul had compassion on the poor.	25 ܒܟܝܬ ܥܠ ܡܣܟܢܐ ܒܐܝܡܡܐ ܘܢܦܫܝ ܐܬܛܪܦܬ ܥܠ ܒ̇ܝܫܐ
26 I expected good things, but evil things have come to me. I stood ready for light, yet darkness burst forth.	26 ܣܟܝܬ ܠܛܒܬܐ ܘܐܬܬ ܒܝܫܬܐ ܣܟܝܬ ܠܢܘܗܪܐ ܘܐܬܐ ܥܡܛܢܐ
27 My insides have seethed, without any rest, for the days of affliction have prevented it.	27 ܡ̈ܥܝ ܐܬܕܠܚܘ ܘܠܐ ܫܠܝܘ ܩ̇ܕܡܘܢܝ ܝܘܡ̈ܬܐ ܕܡܘܟܟܝ
28 I went forth mourning, without anger, and rising up, I cried out in confusion.	28 ܟܡܝܪܐܝܬ ܗܠܟܬ ܕܠܐ ܚܡܬܐ ܩܡܬ ܒܟܢܘܫܝܐ ܘܒܟܝܬ
29 I was the brother of snakes, and the companion of ostriches.	29 ܐܚܐ ܗܘܝܬ ܠܝܪ̈ܘܪܐ ܘܪܚܡܐ ܠܒܢ̈ܬ ܢܥܡ̈ܐ
30 My skin has become blackened over me, and my bones have dried up because of the heat.	30 ܡܫܟܝ ܩܦܘܕ ܥܠܝ ܘܓܪ̈ܡܝ ܣܛܘ ܐܝܟ ܕܒܫܘܒܐ
31 My harp has been turned into mourning, and my pipes have been turned into a voice of weeping.	31 ܗܘܐ ܟܢܪܝ ܠܐܒܠܐ ܘܙܡܪܝ ܠܩܠܐ ܕܒܟܬܐ