Job 30

1 But now younger men in time scorn me, whose fathers I deigned not to set with the dogs of my flock.⋮

2 Of which men the strength of their hands was for nought to me, and they were guessed unworthy to that life.⋮

3 They were barren for neediness and hunger; they gnawed in wilder-ness, and were pale for poverty and wretchedness;⋮

4 and they ate herbs, and the rinds of trees; and the root of junipers was their meat.⋮

5 The which men ravished these things from great valleys; and when they had found any of all these things, they ran with a cry to them.⋮

6 They dwelled in deserts of strands or streams, and in caves of the earth, either on gravel.⋮

7 Which were glad among such things, and they areckoned as delights to be under bushes.⋮

8 These were the sons of fools, and of unnoble men, and utterly appearing not on the earth.⋮

9 But now I am turned into the song of them, and I am made a proverb to them.⋮

10 They hold me abominable, and they flee far from me, and dread not to spit on my face.⋮

11 For God hath opened his arrow case, and he hath tormented me, and he hath put a bridle into my mouth.⋮

12 At the right side of the east my wretchednesses have risen up anon; they turned upside down my feet, and they oppressed me with their paths as with floods.⋮

13 They destroyed my ways; they setted treason to me, and they had the mastery; and there was none that helped me.⋮

14 They felled in upon me as by a broken wall, and by gate opened, and were stretched forth to my wretched-nesses.⋮

15 I am driven into nought; he took away my desire as the wind, and mine help passed away as a cloud.⋮

16 But now my soul fadeth in myself, and the days of torment hold me steadfastly.⋮

17 In the night my bone is pierced with sorrows; and they, that eat me, sleep not.⋮

18 In the multitude of those or them my cloth is wasted, and they have girded me as with the collar of a coat.⋮

19 I am comparisoned to clay, and I am made like to a dead spark and ashes.⋮

20 I shall cry to thee, and thou shalt not hear me; I stand, and thou behold-est not me.⋮

21 Thou art changed into cruel to me, and in the hardness of thine hand thou art adversary to me.⋮

22 Thou hast raised me, and hast set me as on wind; and hast hurtled me down strongly.⋮

23 I know, that thou shalt betake me to death, where an house is ordained to each living man.⋮

24 Nevertheless thou sendest not out thine hand to the wasting of them; and if they fall down, thou shalt save them.⋮

25 I wept sometime on him that was tormented, and my soul had compas-sion on a poor man.⋮

26 I abode goods, and evils be come to me; I abode light, and darknesses brake out.⋮

27 Mine inner things boiled out with-out my rest; and the days of torment came before me.⋮

28 I went mourning, and I rose up without strong vengeance in the company, and I cried.⋮

29 I was the brother of dragons, and the fellow of ostriches.⋮

30 My skin was made black upon me, and my bones dried for heat.⋮

31 Mine harp is turned into mourning, and mine organ into the voice of weepers.⋮