Job 30
Clementine Vulgate, 1598Translation
Clementine Vulgate, 1598
World English Bible
1[Nunc autem derident me juniores tempore, quorum non dignabar patres ponere cum canibus gregis mei:
1“But now those who are younger than I have me in derision, whose fathers I considered unworthy to put with my sheep dogs.
2quorum virtus manuum mihi erat pro nihilo, et vita ipsa putabantur indigni:
2Of what use is the strength of their hands to me, men in whom ripe age has perished?
3egestate et fame steriles, qui rodebant in solitudine, squallentes calamitate et miseria.
3They are gaunt from lack and famine. They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of waste and desolation.
4Et mandebant herbas, et arborum cortices, et radix juniperorum erat cibus eorum:
4They pluck salt herbs by the bushes. The roots of the broom tree are their food.
5qui de convallibus ista rapientes, cum singula reperissent, ad ea cum clamore currebant.
5They are driven out from among men. They cry after them as after a thief,
6In desertis habitabant torrentium, et in cavernis terræ, vel super glaream:
6so that they live in frightful valleys, and in holes of the earth and of the rocks.
7qui inter hujuscemodi lætabantur, et esse sub sentibus delicias computabant:
7They bray among the bushes. They are gathered together under the nettles.
8filii stultorum et ignobilium, et in terra penitus non parentes.
8They are children of fools, yes, children of wicked men. They were flogged out of the land.
9Nunc in eorum canticum versus sum, et factus sum eis in proverbium.
9“Now I have become their song. Yes, I am a byword to them.
10Abominantur me, et longe fugiunt a me, et faciem meam conspuere non verentur.
10They abhor me, they stand aloof from me, and don’t hesitate to spit in my face.
11Pharetram enim suam aperuit, et afflixit me, et frenum posuit in os meum.
11For he has untied his cord, and afflicted me; and they have thrown off restraint before me.
12Ad dexteram orientis calamitates meæ illico surrexerunt: pedes meos subverterunt, et oppresserunt quasi fluctibus semitis suis.
12On my right hand rise the rabble. They thrust aside my feet. They cast their ways of destruction up against me.
13Dissipaverunt itinera mea; insidiati sunt mihi, et prævaluerunt: et non fuit qui ferret auxilium.
13They mar my path. They promote my destruction without anyone’s help.
14Quasi rupto muro, et aperta janua, irruerunt super me, et ad meas miserias devoluti sunt.
14As through a wide breach they come. They roll themselves in amid the ruin.
15Redactus sum in nihilum: abstulisti quasi ventus desiderium meum, et velut nubes pertransiit salus mea.
15Terrors have turned on me. They chase my honor as the wind. My welfare has passed away as a cloud.
16Nunc autem in memetipso marcescit anima mea, et possident me dies afflictionis.
16“Now my soul is poured out within me. Days of affliction have taken hold of me.
17Nocte os meum perforatur doloribus, et qui me comedunt, non dormiunt.
17In the night season my bones are pierced in me, and the pains that gnaw me take no rest.
18In multitudine eorum consumitur vestimentum meum, et quasi capito tunicæ succinxerunt me.
18My garment is disfigured by great force. It binds me about as the collar of my tunic.
19Comparatus sum luto, et assimilatus sum favillæ et cineri.
19He has cast me into the mire. I have become like dust and ashes.
20Clamo ad te, et non exaudis me: sto, et non respicis me.
20I cry to you, and you do not answer me. I stand up, and you gaze at me.
21Mutatus es mihi in crudelem, et in duritia manus tuæ adversaris mihi.
21You have turned to be cruel to me. With the might of your hand you persecute me.
22Elevasti me, et quasi super ventum ponens; elisisti me valide.
22You lift me up to the wind, and drive me with it. You dissolve me in the storm.
23Scio quia morti trades me, ubi constituta est domus omni viventi.
23For I know that you will bring me to death, to the house appointed for all living.
24Verumtamen non ad consumptionem eorum emittis manum tuam: et si corruerint, ipse salvabis.
24“However doesn’t one stretch out a hand in his fall? Or in his calamity therefore cry for help?
25Flebam quondam super eo qui afflictus erat, et compatiebatur anima mea pauperi.
25Didn’t I weep for him who was in trouble? Wasn’t my soul grieved for the needy?
26Expectabam bona, et venerunt mihi mala: præstolabar lucem, et eruperunt tenebræ.
26When I looked for good, then evil came. When I waited for light, darkness came.
27Interiora mea efferbuerunt absque ulla requie: prævenerunt me dies afflictionis.
27My heart is troubled, and doesn’t rest. Days of affliction have come on me.
28Mœrens incedebam sine furore; consurgens, in turba clamabam.
28I go mourning without the sun. I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.
29Frater fui draconum, et socius struthionum.
29I am a brother to jackals, and a companion to ostriches.
30Cutis mea denigrata est super me, et ossa mea aruerunt præ caumate.
30My skin grows black and peels from me. My bones are burned with heat.
31Versa est in luctum cithara mea, et organum meum in vocem flentium.]
31Therefore my harp has turned to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of those who weep.
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