301“But now those who are younger than I have me in derision,whose fathers I would have disdained to put with my sheep dogs.+2Of what use is the strength of their hands to me,men in whom ripe age has perished?+3They are gaunt from lack and famine.They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of waste and desolation.+4They pluck salt herbs by the bushes.The roots of the broom are their food.+5They are driven out from among men.They cry after them as after a thief;+6So that they dwell in frightful valleys,and in holes of the earth and of the rocks.+7Among the bushes they bray;and under the nettles they are gathered together.+8They are children of fools, yes, children of wicked men.They were flogged out of the land.+9“Now I have become their song.Yes, I am a byword to them.+10They abhor me, they stand aloof from me,and don’t hesitate to spit in my face.+11For he has untied his cord, and afflicted me;and they have thrown off restraint before me.+12On my right hand rise the rabble.They thrust aside my feet,They cast up against me their ways of destruction.+13They mar my path,They set forward my calamity,without anyone’s help.+14As through a wide breach they come,in the middle of the ruin they roll themselves in.+
Job’s Prosperity Becomes Calamity
15Terrors have turned on me.They chase my honor as the wind.My welfare has passed away as a cloud.+16“Now my soul is poured out within me.Days of affliction have taken hold on me.+17In the night season my bones are pierced in me,and the pains that gnaw me take no rest.+18By great force is my garment disfigured.It binds me about as the collar of my coat.+19He has cast me into the mire.I have become like dust and ashes.+20I cry to you, and you do not answer me.I stand up, and you gaze at me.+21You have turned to be cruel to me.With the might of your hand you persecute me.+22You lift me up to the wind, and drive me with it.You dissolve me in the storm.+23For I know that you will bring me to death,To the house appointed for all living.+24“However doesn’t one stretch out a hand in his fall?Or in his calamity therefore cry for help?+25Didn’t I weep for him who was in trouble?Wasn’t my soul grieved for the needy?+26When I looked for good, then evil came;When I waited for light, there came darkness.+27My heart is troubled, and doesn’t rest.Days of affliction have come on me.+28I go mourning without the sun.I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.+29I am a brother to jackals,and a companion to ostriches.+30My skin grows black and peels from me.My bones are burned with heat.+31Therefore my harp has turned to mourning,and my pipe into the voice of those who weep.+
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