301But now those who are younger than I make sport of me; those whose fathers I would not have put with the dogs of my flocks.+2Of what use is the strength of their hands to me? all force is gone from them.+3They are wasted for need of food, biting the dry earth; their only hope of life is in the waste land.+4They are pulling off the salt leaves from the brushwood, and making a meal of roots.+5They are sent out from among their townsmen, men are crying after them as thieves+6They have to get a resting-place in the hollows of the valleys, in holes of the earth and rocks.+7They make noises like asses among the brushwood; they get together under the thorns.+8They are sons of shame, and of men without a name, who have been forced out of the land.+9And now I have become their song, and I am a word of shame to them.+10I am disgusting to them; they keep away from me, and put marks of shame on me.+11For he has made loose the cord of my bow, and put me to shame; he has sent down my flag to the earth before me.+12The lines of his men of war put themselves in order, and make high their ways of destruction against me:+13They have made waste my roads, with a view to my destruction; his bowmen come round about me;+14As through a wide broken place in the wall they come on, I am overturned by the shock of their attack.+
Job’s Prosperity Becomes Calamity
15Fears have come on me; my hope is gone like the wind, and my well-being like a cloud.+16But now my soul is turned to water in me, days of trouble overtake me:+17The flesh is gone from my bones, and they give me no rest; there is no end to my pains.+18With great force he takes a grip of my clothing, pulling me by the neck of my coat.+19Truly God has made me low, even to the earth, and I have become like dust.+20You give no answer to my cry, and take no note of my prayer.+21You have become cruel to me; the strength of your hand is hard on me.+22Lifting me up, you make me go on the wings of the wind; I am broken up by the storm.+23For I am certain that you will send me back to death, and to the meeting-place ordered for all living.+24Has not my hand been stretched out in help to the poor? have I not been a saviour to him in his trouble?+25Have I not been weeping for the crushed? and was not my soul sad for him who was in need?+26For I was looking for good, and evil came; I was waiting for light, and it became dark.+27My feelings are strongly moved, and give me no rest; days of trouble have overtaken me.+28I go about in dark clothing, uncomforted; I get up in the public place, crying out for help.+29I have become a brother to the jackals, and go about in the company of ostriches.+30My skin is black and dropping off me; and my bones are burning with the heat of my disease.+31And my music has been turned to sorrow, and the sound of my pipe into the noise of weeping.+
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