Job 30 · Clearspring

Job’s Honor Turned to Contempt

¹“But now those who are younger than I have me in derision, whose fathers I considered unworthy 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 tree are their food.+ ⁵They are driven out from amongst men. They cry after them as after a thief,+ ⁶so that they live in frightful valleys, and in holes of the earth and of the rocks.+ ⁷They bray amongst the bushes. They are gathered together under the nettles.+ 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 their ways of destruction up against me.+ ¹³They mar my path. They promote my destruction without anyone’s help.+ ¹⁴As through a wide breach they come. They roll themselves in amid the ruin.+

Job’s Prosperity Becomes Calamity

¹⁵Terrors have turned on me. They chase my honour 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 of me.+ ¹⁷In the night season my bones are pierced in me, and the pains that gnaw me take no rest.+ ¹⁸My garment is disfigured by great force. It binds me about as the collar of my tunic.+ 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, darkness came.+ 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 burnt with heat.+ ³¹Therefore my harp has turned to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of those who weep.+

Job’s Honor Turned to Contempt

Job’s Prosperity Becomes Calamity

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