Job 30
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Job 30
1 #
Job 12.4
“But now they make sport of me,
those who are younger than I,
whose fathers I would have disdained
to set with the dogs of my flock.
2What could I gain from the strength of their hands?
All their vigor is gone.
3Through want and hard hunger
they gnaw the dry and desolate ground;
4they pick mallow and the leaves of bushes
and to warm themselves the roots of broom.
5They are driven out from society;
people shout after them as after a thief.
6In the gullies of wadis they must live,
in holes in the ground and in the rocks.
7Among the bushes they bray;
under the nettles they huddle together.
8A senseless, disreputable brood,
they have been whipped out of the land.
9 #
Job 12.4; 17.6 “And now they mock me in song;
I am a byword to them.
10 #
Num 12.14; Mt 26.67 They abhor me; they keep aloof from me;
they do not hesitate to spit at the sight of me.
11 #
Ruth 1.21; Ps 88.7 Because God has loosed my bowstring and humbled me,
they have cast off restraint in my presence.
12 #
Job 19.12; Ps 140.4, 5 On my right hand the rabble rise up;
they send me sprawling
and build roads for my ruin.
13They break up my path;
they promote my calamity;
no one restrains#30.13 Cn: Heb helps them.
14As through a wide breach they come;
amid the crash they roll on.
15 #
Job 3.25; Hos 13.3 Terrors are turned upon me;
my honor is pursued as by the wind,
and my prosperity has passed away like a cloud.
16 #
Ps 22.14
“And now my soul is poured out within me;
days of affliction have taken hold of me.
17The night racks my bones,
and the pain that gnaws me takes no rest.
18With violence he seizes my garment;#30.18 Gk: Heb my garment is disfigured
he grasps me by#30.18 Heb like the collar of my tunic.
19 #
Ps 69.2, 14 He has cast me into the mire,
and I have become like dust and ashes.
20 #
Ps 19.7
I cry to you, and you do not answer me;
I stand, and you merely look at me.
21 #
Job 10.3; 16.9, 14; 19.6, 22 You have turned cruel to me;
with the might of your hand you persecute me.
22 #
Job 9.17; 27.21 You lift me up on the wind, you make me ride on it,
and you toss me about in the roar of the storm.
23 #
Job 3.19; 9.22; 10.8; 17.13 I know that you will bring me to death,
to the house appointed for all living.
24 #
Job 19.7
“Surely one does not turn against the needy,#30.24 Heb ruin
when in disaster they cry for help.#30.24 Cn: Meaning of Heb uncertain
25 #
Ps 35.13, 14; Rom 12.15 Did I not weep for those whose day was hard?
Was not my soul grieved for the poor?
26 #
Job 3.25, 26; 19.8; Jer 8.15 But when I looked for good, evil came,
and when I waited for light, darkness came.
27My inward parts are in turmoil and are never still;
days of affliction come to meet me.
28 #
Job 19.7; Ps 38.6; 42.9; 43.2 I go about in sunless gloom;
I stand up in the assembly and cry for help.
29 #
Mic 1.8
I am a brother of jackals
and a companion of ostriches.
30 #
Ps 102.3; 119.83; Lam 4.8 My skin turns black and falls from me,
and my bones burn with heat.
31 #
Ps 107.1, 2 My lyre is turned to mourning
and my pipe to the voice of those who weep.
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Job 30
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Job 30
1 #
Job 12.4
“But now they make sport of me,
those who are younger than I,
whose fathers I would have disdained
to set with the dogs of my flock.
2What could I gain from the strength of their hands?
All their vigor is gone.
3Through want and hard hunger
they gnaw the dry and desolate ground;
4they pick mallow and the leaves of bushes
and to warm themselves the roots of broom.
5They are driven out from society;
people shout after them as after a thief.
6In the gullies of wadis they must live,
in holes in the ground and in the rocks.
7Among the bushes they bray;
under the nettles they huddle together.
8A senseless, disreputable brood,
they have been whipped out of the land.
9 #
Job 12.4; 17.6 “And now they mock me in song;
I am a byword to them.
10 #
Num 12.14; Mt 26.67 They abhor me; they keep aloof from me;
they do not hesitate to spit at the sight of me.
11 #
Ruth 1.21; Ps 88.7 Because God has loosed my bowstring and humbled me,
they have cast off restraint in my presence.
12 #
Job 19.12; Ps 140.4, 5 On my right hand the rabble rise up;
they send me sprawling
and build roads for my ruin.
13They break up my path;
they promote my calamity;
no one restrains#30.13 Cn: Heb helps them.
14As through a wide breach they come;
amid the crash they roll on.
15 #
Job 3.25; Hos 13.3 Terrors are turned upon me;
my honor is pursued as by the wind,
and my prosperity has passed away like a cloud.
16 #
Ps 22.14
“And now my soul is poured out within me;
days of affliction have taken hold of me.
17The night racks my bones,
and the pain that gnaws me takes no rest.
18With violence he seizes my garment;#30.18 Gk: Heb my garment is disfigured
he grasps me by#30.18 Heb like the collar of my tunic.
19 #
Ps 69.2, 14 He has cast me into the mire,
and I have become like dust and ashes.
20 #
Ps 19.7
I cry to you, and you do not answer me;
I stand, and you merely look at me.
21 #
Job 10.3; 16.9, 14; 19.6, 22 You have turned cruel to me;
with the might of your hand you persecute me.
22 #
Job 9.17; 27.21 You lift me up on the wind, you make me ride on it,
and you toss me about in the roar of the storm.
23 #
Job 3.19; 9.22; 10.8; 17.13 I know that you will bring me to death,
to the house appointed for all living.
24 #
Job 19.7
“Surely one does not turn against the needy,#30.24 Heb ruin
when in disaster they cry for help.#30.24 Cn: Meaning of Heb uncertain
25 #
Ps 35.13, 14; Rom 12.15 Did I not weep for those whose day was hard?
Was not my soul grieved for the poor?
26 #
Job 3.25, 26; 19.8; Jer 8.15 But when I looked for good, evil came,
and when I waited for light, darkness came.
27My inward parts are in turmoil and are never still;
days of affliction come to meet me.
28 #
Job 19.7; Ps 38.6; 42.9; 43.2 I go about in sunless gloom;
I stand up in the assembly and cry for help.
29 #
Mic 1.8
I am a brother of jackals
and a companion of ostriches.
30 #
Ps 102.3; 119.83; Lam 4.8 My skin turns black and falls from me,
and my bones burn with heat.
31 #
Ps 107.1, 2 My lyre is turned to mourning
and my pipe to the voice of those who weep.
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