30 <poetry>“But now they mock me, <indent>men younger than I,</indent> whose fathers I would have disdained <indent>to put with my sheep dogs. </indent> </poetry> 2 <poetry>Of what use was the strength of their hands to me, <indent>since their vigor had gone from them?</indent> </poetry> 3 <poetry>Haggard from want and hunger, <indent>they roamed the parched land </indent> <indent>in desolate wastelands at night. </indent> </poetry> 4 <poetry>In the brush they gathered salt herbs, <indent>and their food was the root of the broom bush. </indent> </poetry> 5 <poetry>They were banished from human society, <indent>shouted at as if they were thieves.</indent> </poetry> 6 <poetry>They were forced to live in the dry stream beds, <indent>among the rocks and in holes in the ground. </indent> </poetry> 7 <poetry>They brayed among the bushes <indent>and huddled in the undergrowth.</indent> </poetry> 8 <poetry>A base and nameless brood, <indent>they were driven out of the land. </indent><poetry></poetry> 9 <poetry>“And now those young men mock me in song; <indent>I have become a byword among them.</indent> </poetry> 10 <poetry>They detest me and keep their distance; <indent>they do not hesitate to spit in my face. </indent> </poetry> 11 <poetry>Now that God has unstrung my bow and afflicted me, <indent>they throw off restraint in my presence.</indent> </poetry> 12 <poetry>On my right the tribe attacks; <indent>they lay snares for my feet, </indent> <indent>they build their siege ramps against me. </indent> </poetry> 13 <poetry>They break up my road; <indent>they succeed in destroying me. </indent> <indent>‘No one can help him,’ they say.</indent> </poetry> 14 <poetry>They advance as through a gaping breach; <indent>amid the ruins they come rolling in.</indent> </poetry> 15 <poetry>Terrors overwhelm me; <indent>my dignity is driven away as by the wind,</indent> <indent>my safety vanishes like a cloud. </indent><poetry></poetry> 16 <poetry>“And now my life ebbs away; <indent>days of suffering grip me. </indent> </poetry> 17 <poetry>Night pierces my bones; <indent>my gnawing pains never rest. </indent> </poetry> 18 <poetry>In his great power God becomes like clothing to me ; <indent>he binds me like the neck of my garment.</indent> </poetry> 19 <poetry>He throws me into the mud, <indent>and I am reduced to dust and ashes. </indent><poetry></poetry> 20 <poetry>“I cry out to you, God, but you do not answer; <indent>I stand up, but you merely look at me.</indent> </poetry> 21 <poetry>You turn on me ruthlessly; <indent>with the might of your hand you attack me. </indent> </poetry> 22 <poetry>You snatch me up and drive me before the wind; <indent>you toss me about in the storm. </indent> </poetry> 23 <poetry>I know you will bring me down to death, <indent>to the place appointed for all the living. </indent><poetry></poetry> 24 <poetry>“Surely no one lays a hand on a broken man <indent>when he cries for help in his distress. </indent> </poetry> 25 <poetry>Have I not wept for those in trouble? <indent>Has not my soul grieved for the poor? </indent> </poetry> 26 <poetry>Yet when I hoped for good, evil came; <indent>when I looked for light, then came darkness. </indent> </poetry> 27 <poetry>The churning inside me never stops; <indent>days of suffering confront me. </indent> </poetry> 28 <poetry>I go about blackened, but not by the sun; <indent>I stand up in the assembly and cry for help. </indent> </poetry> 29 <poetry>I have become a brother of jackals, <indent>a companion of owls. </indent> </poetry> 30 <poetry>My skin grows black and peels; <indent>my body burns with fever. </indent> </poetry> 31 <poetry>My lyre is tuned to mourning, <indent>and my pipe to the sound of wailing.</indent></poetry>

“But now they mock me,<cr>1</cr> <indent>men younger than I,</indent> whose fathers I would have disdained <indent>to put with my sheep dogs.<cr>2</cr> </indent>

Job 30:1

Of what use was the strength of their hands to me, <indent>since their vigor had gone from them?</indent>

Job 30:2

Haggard from want and hunger, <indent>they roamed<ft>1</ft> the parched land<cr>1</cr> </indent> <indent>in desolate wastelands<cr>2</cr> at night.<cr>3</cr> </indent>

Job 30:3

In the brush they gathered salt herbs,<cr>1</cr> <indent>and their food<ft>1</ft> was the root of the broom bush.<cr>2</cr> </indent>

Job 30:4

They were banished from human society, <indent>shouted at as if they were thieves.</indent>

Job 30:5

They were forced to live in the dry stream beds, <indent>among the rocks and in holes in the ground.<cr>1</cr> </indent>

Job 30:6

They brayed<cr>1</cr> among the bushes<cr>2</cr> <indent>and huddled in the undergrowth.</indent>

Job 30:7

A base and nameless brood,<cr>1</cr> <indent>they were driven out of the land.<cr>2</cr> </indent><pb/><poetry>

Job 30:8

“And now those young men mock me<cr>1</cr> in song;<cr>2</cr> <indent>I have become a byword<cr>3</cr> among them.</indent>

Job 30:9

They detest me<cr>1</cr> and keep their distance; <indent>they do not hesitate to spit in my face.<cr>2</cr> </indent>

Job 30:10

Now that God has unstrung my bow<cr>1</cr> and afflicted me,<cr>2</cr> <indent>they throw off restraint<cr>3</cr> in my presence.</indent>

Job 30:11

On my right<cr>1</cr> the tribe<ft>1</ft> attacks; <indent>they lay snares<cr>2</cr> for my feet,<cr>3</cr> </indent> <indent>they build their siege ramps against me.<cr>4</cr> </indent>

Job 30:12

They break up my road;<cr>1</cr> <indent>they succeed in destroying me.<cr>2</cr> </indent> <indent>‘No one can help him,’ they say.</indent>

Job 30:13

They advance as through a gaping breach;<cr>1</cr> <indent>amid the ruins they come rolling in.</indent>

Job 30:14

Terrors<cr>1</cr> overwhelm me;<cr>2</cr> <indent>my dignity is driven away as by the wind,</indent> <indent>my safety vanishes like a cloud.<cr>3</cr> </indent><pb/><poetry>

Job 30:15

“And now my life ebbs away;<cr>1</cr> <indent>days of suffering grip me.<cr>2</cr> </indent>

Job 30:16

Night pierces my bones; <indent>my gnawing pains never rest.<cr>1</cr> </indent>

Job 30:17

In his great power<cr>1</cr> God becomes like clothing to me<ft>1</ft>; <indent>he binds me like the neck of my garment.</indent>

Job 30:18

He throws me into the mud,<cr>1</cr> <indent>and I am reduced to dust and ashes.<cr>2</cr> </indent><pb/><poetry>

Job 30:19

“I cry out to you,<cr>1</cr> God, but you do not answer;<cr>2</cr> <indent>I stand up, but you merely look at me.</indent>

Job 30:20

You turn on me ruthlessly;<cr>1</cr> <indent>with the might of your hand<cr>2</cr> you attack me.<cr>3</cr> </indent>

Job 30:21

You snatch me up and drive me before the wind;<cr>1</cr> <indent>you toss me about in the storm.<cr>2</cr> </indent>

Job 30:22

I know you will bring me down to death,<cr>1</cr> <indent>to the place appointed for all the living.<cr>2</cr> </indent><pb/><poetry>

Job 30:23

“Surely no one lays a hand on a broken man<cr>1</cr> <indent>when he cries for help in his distress.<cr>2</cr> </indent>

Job 30:24

Have I not wept for those in trouble?<cr>1</cr> <indent>Has not my soul grieved for the poor?<cr>2</cr> </indent>

Job 30:25

Yet when I hoped for good, evil came; <indent>when I looked for light, then came darkness.<cr>1</cr> </indent>

Job 30:26

The churning inside me never stops;<cr>1</cr> <indent>days of suffering confront me.<cr>2</cr> </indent>

Job 30:27

I go about blackened,<cr>1</cr> but not by the sun; <indent>I stand up in the assembly and cry for help.<cr>2</cr> </indent>

Job 30:28

I have become a brother of jackals,<cr>1</cr> <indent>a companion of owls.<cr>2</cr> </indent>

Job 30:29

My skin grows black<cr>1</cr> and peels;<cr>2</cr> <indent>my body burns with fever.<cr>3</cr> </indent>

Job 30:30

My lyre is tuned to mourning,<cr>1</cr> <indent>and my pipe<cr>2</cr> to the sound of wailing.</indent>

Job 30:31

 1 “But now they mock me,   men younger than I, whose fathers I would have disdained to put with my sheep dogs.    2 Of what use was the strength of their hands to me, since their vigor had gone from them?  3 Haggard from want and hunger, they roamed  the parched land   in desolate wastelands   at night.    4 In the brush they gathered salt herbs,   and their food  was the root of the broom bush.    5 They were banished from human society, shouted at as if they were thieves.  6 They were forced to live in the dry stream beds, among the rocks and in holes in the ground.    7 They brayed   among the bushes   and huddled in the undergrowth.  8 A base and nameless brood,   they were driven out of the land.    9 “And now those young men mock me   in song;   I have become a byword   among them.  10 They detest me   and keep their distance; they do not hesitate to spit in my face.    11 Now that God has unstrung my bow   and afflicted me,   they throw off restraint   in my presence.  12 On my right   the tribe  attacks; they lay snares   for my feet,   they build their siege ramps against me.    13 They break up my road;   they succeed in destroying me.   ‘No one can help him,’ they say.  14 They advance as through a gaping breach;   amid the ruins they come rolling in.  15 Terrors   overwhelm me;   my dignity is driven away as by the wind, my safety vanishes like a cloud.    16 “And now my life ebbs away;   days of suffering grip me.    17 Night pierces my bones; my gnawing pains never rest.    18 In his great power   God becomes like clothing to me ; he binds me like the neck of my garment.  19 He throws me into the mud,   and I am reduced to dust and ashes.    20 “I cry out to you,   God, but you do not answer;   I stand up, but you merely look at me.  21 You turn on me ruthlessly;   with the might of your hand   you attack me.    22 You snatch me up and drive me before the wind;   you toss me about in the storm.    23 I know you will bring me down to death,   to the place appointed for all the living.    24 “Surely no one lays a hand on a broken man   when he cries for help in his distress.    25 Have I not wept for those in trouble?   Has not my soul grieved for the poor?    26 Yet when I hoped for good, evil came; when I looked for light, then came darkness.    27 The churning inside me never stops;   days of suffering confront me.    28 I go about blackened,   but not by the sun; I stand up in the assembly and cry for help.    29 I have become a brother of jackals,   a companion of owls.    30 My skin grows black   and peels;   my body burns with fever.    31 My lyre is tuned to mourning,   and my pipe   to the sound of wailing.

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