Job 30
Berean Standard BibleTranslation
Berean Standard Bible
Douay-Rheims Bible, American Edition (1899)
1“But now they mock me, men younger than I am, whose fathers I would have refused to entrust with my sheep dogs.
1But now the younger in time scorn me, whose fathers I would not have set with the dogs of my flock:
2What use to me was the strength of their hands, since their vigor had left them?
2The strength of whose hands was to me as nothing, and they were thought unworthy of life itself.
3Gaunt from poverty and hunger, they gnawed the dry land, and the desolate wasteland by night.
3Barren with want and hunger, who gnawed in the wilderness, disfigured with calamity and misery.
4They plucked mallow among the shrubs, and the roots of the broom tree were their food.
4And they ate grass, and barks of trees, and the root of junipers was their food.
5They were banished from among men, shouted down like thieves,
5Who snatched up these things out of the valleys, and when they had found any of them, they ran to them with a cry.
6so that they lived on the slopes of the wadis, among the rocks and in holes in the ground.
6They dwelt in the desert places of torrents, and in caves of earth, or upon the gravel.
7They cried out among the shrubs and huddled beneath the nettles.
7They pleased themselves among these kind of things, and counted it delightful to be under the briers.
8A senseless and nameless brood, they were driven off the land.
8The children of foolish and base men, and not appearing at all upon the earth.
9And now they mock me in song; I have become a byword among them.
9Now I am turned into their song, and am become their byword.
10They abhor me and keep far from me; they do not hesitate to spit in my face.
10They abhor me, and flee far from me, and are not afraid to spit in my face.
11Because God has unstrung my bow and afflicted me, they have cast off restraint in my presence.
11For he hath opened his quiver, and hath afflicted me, and hath put a bridle into my mouth.
12The rabble arises at my right; they lay snares for my feet and build siege ramps against me.
12At the right hand of my rising, my calamities forthwith arose: they have overthrown my feet, and have overwhelmed me with their paths as with waves.
13They tear up my path; they profit from my destruction, with no one to restrain them.
13They have destroyed my ways, they have lain in wait against me, and they have prevailed, and there was none to help.
14They advance as through a wide breach; through the ruins they keep rolling in.
14They have rushed in upon me, as when a wall is broken, and a gate opened, and have rolled themselves down to my miseries.
15Terrors are turned loose against me; they drive away my dignity as by the wind, and my prosperity has passed like a cloud.
15I am brought to nothing: as a wind thou hast taken away my desire: and my prosperity hath passed away like a cloud.
16And now my soul is poured out within me; days of affliction grip me.
16And now my soul fadeth within myself, and the days of affliction possess me.
17Night pierces my bones, and my gnawing pains never rest.
17In the night my bone is pierced with sorrows: and they that feed upon me, do not sleep.
18With great force He grasps my garment; He seizes me by the collar of my tunic.
18With the multitude of them my garment is consumed, and they have girded me about, as with the collar of my coat.
19He throws me into the mud, and I have become like dust and ashes.
19I am compared to dirt, and am likened to embers and ashes.
20I cry out to You for help, but You do not answer; when I stand up, You merely look at me.
20I cry to thee, and thou hearest me not: I stand up, and thou dost not regard me.
21You have ruthlessly turned on me; You oppose me with Your strong hand.
21Thou art changed to be cruel toward me, and in the hardness of thy hand thou art against me.
22You snatch me up into the wind and drive me before it; You toss me about in the storm.
22Thou hast lifted me up, and set me as it were upon the wind, and thou hast mightily dashed me.
23Yes, I know that You will bring me down to death, to the place appointed for all the living.
23I know that thou wilt deliver me to death, where a house is appointed for every one that liveth.
24Yet no one stretches out his hand to a ruined man when he cries for help in his distress.
24But yet thou stretchest not forth thy hand to their consumption: and if they shall fall down thou wilt save.
25Have I not wept for those in trouble? Has my soul not grieved for the needy?
25I wept heretofore for him that was afflicted, and my soul had compassion on the poor.
26But when I hoped for good, evil came; when I looked for light, darkness fell.
26I expected good things, and evils are come upon me: I waited for light, and darkness broke out.
27I am churning within and cannot rest; days of affliction confront me.
27My inner parts have boiled without any rest, the days of affliction have prevented me.
28I go about blackened, but not by the sun. I stand up in the assembly and cry for help.
28I went mourning without indignation; I rose up, and cried in the crowd.
29I have become a brother of jackals, a companion of ostriches.
29I was the brother of dragons, and companion of ostriches.
30My skin grows black and peels, and my bones burn with fever.
30My skin is become black upon me, and my bones are dried up with heat.
31My harp is tuned to mourning and my flute to the sound of weeping.
31My harp is turned to mourning, and my organ into the voice of those that weep.
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