Job 30
1But now they that are younger than I have me in derision, 1 Whose fathers I would have disdained 1 To have set with the dogs of my flock. 1
2Yea, whereto might the strength of their hands profit me, 1 In whom old age was perished? 1
3For want and famine they were solitary; 1 Flying into the wilderness 1 In former time desolate and waste. 1
4Who cut up mallows by the bushes, 1 And juniper roots for their meat. 1
5They were driven forth from among men, 1 (They cried after them as after a thief;) 1
6To dwell in the clifts of the valleys, 1 In caves of the earth, and in the rocks. 1
7Among the bushes they brayed; 1 Under the nettles they were gathered together. 1
8They were children of fools, yea, children of base men: 1 They were viler than the earth. 1
9And now am I their song, 1 Yea, I am their byword. 1
10They abhor me, they flee far from me, 1 And spare not to spit in my face. 1
11Because he hath loosed my cord, and afflicted me, 1 They have also let loose the bridle before me. 1
12Upon my right hand rise the youth; 1 They push away my feet, 1 And they raise up against me the ways of their destruction. 1
13They mar my path, 1 They set forward my calamity, 1 They have no helper. 1
14They came upon me as a wide breaking in of waters: 1 In the desolation they rolled themselves upon me. 1
15Terrors are turned upon me: 1 They pursue my soul as the wind: 1 And my welfare passeth away as a cloud. 1
16And now my soul is poured out upon me; 1 The days of affliction have taken hold upon me. 1
17My bones are pierced in me in the night season: 1 And my sinews take no rest. 1
18By the great force of my disease is my garment changed: 1 It bindeth me about as the collar of my coat. 1
19He hath cast me into the mire, 1 And I am become like dust and ashes. 1
20I cry unto thee, and thou dost not hear me: 1 I stand up, and thou regardest me not. 1
21Thou art become cruel to me: 1 With thy strong hand thou opposest thyself against me. 1
22Thou liftest me up to the wind; thou causest me to ride upon it, 1 And dissolvest my substance. 1
23For I know that thou wilt bring me to death, 1 And to the house appointed for all living. 1
24Howbeit he will not stretch out his hand to the grave, 1 Though they cry in his destruction. 1
25Did not I weep for him that was in trouble? 1 Was not my soul grieved for the poor? 1
26When I looked for good, then evil came unto me: 1 And when I waited for light, there came darkness. 1
27My bowels boiled, and rested not: 1 The days of affliction prevented me. 1
28I went mourning without the sun: 1 I stood up, and I cried in the congregation. 1
29I am a brother to dragons, 1 And a companion to owls. 1
30My skin is black upon me, 1 And my bones are burnt with heat. 1
31My harp also is turned to mourning, 1 And my organ into the voice of them that weep.