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World English Bible

Job 30 (WEBP)

[1] “But now those who are younger than I have me in derision, whose fathers I considered unworthy to put with my sheep dogs.
[2] Of what use is the strength of their hands to me, men in whom ripe age has perished?
[3] They are gaunt from lack and famine. They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of waste and desolation.
[4] They pluck salt herbs by the bushes. The roots of the broom tree are their food.
[5] They are driven out from among men. They cry after them as after a thief,
[6] so that they live in frightful valleys, and in holes of the earth and of the rocks.
[7] They bray among the bushes. They are gathered together under the nettles.
[8] They are children of fools, yes, children of wicked men. They were flogged out of the land.
[9] “Now I have become their song. Yes, I am a byword to them.
[10] They abhor me, they stand aloof from me, and don’t hesitate to spit in my face.
[11] For he has untied his cord, and afflicted me; and they have thrown off restraint before me.
[12] On my right hand rise the rabble. They thrust aside my feet. They cast their ways of destruction up against me.
[13] They mar my path. They promote my destruction without anyone’s help.
[14] As through a wide breach they come. They roll themselves in amid the ruin.
[15] Terrors have turned on me. They chase my honor as the wind. My welfare has passed away as a cloud.
[16] “Now my soul is poured out within me. Days of affliction have taken hold of me.
[17] In the night season my bones are pierced in me, and the pains that gnaw me take no rest.
[18] My garment is disfigured by great force. It binds me about as the collar of my tunic.
[19] He has cast me into the mire. I have become like dust and ashes.
[20] I cry to you, and you do not answer me. I stand up, and you gaze at me.
[21] You have turned to be cruel to me. With the might of your hand you persecute me.
[22] You lift me up to the wind, and drive me with it. You dissolve me in the storm.
[23] For I know that you will bring me to death, to the house appointed for all living.
[24] “However doesn’t one stretch out a hand in his fall? Or in his calamity therefore cry for help?
[25] Didn’t I weep for him who was in trouble? Wasn’t my soul grieved for the needy?
[26] When I looked for good, then evil came. When I waited for light, darkness came.
[27] My heart is troubled, and doesn’t rest. Days of affliction have come on me.
[28] I go mourning without the sun. I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.
[29] I am a brother to jackals, and a companion to ostriches.
[30] My skin grows black and peels from me. My bones are burned with heat.
[31] Therefore my harp has turned to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of those who weep.

Scripture quotations are taken from The World English Bible™ of eBible.org, 2020 stable text edition. It is in the public domain.

King James w/Strong’s #s

Job 30 (KJVS)

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

Young’s Literal Translation

Job 30 (YLT)

[1] And now, laughed at me, Have the younger in days than I, Whose fathers I have loathed to set With the dogs of my flock.
[2] Also-the power of their hands, why is it to me? On them hath old age perished.
[3] With want and with famine gloomy, Those fleeing to a dry place, Formerly a desolation and waste,
[4] Those cropping mallows near a shrub, And broom-roots is their food.
[5] From the midst they are cast out, (They shout against them as a thief),
[6] In a frightful place of valleys to dwell, Holes of earth and clefts.
[7] Among shrubs they do groan, Under nettles they are gathered together.
[8] Sons of folly-even sons without name, They have been smitten from the land.
[9] And now, their song I have been, And I am to them for a byword.
[10] They have abominated me, They have kept far from me, And from before me have not spared to spit.
[11] Because His cord He loosed and afflicteth me, And the bridle from before me, They have cast away.
[12] On the right hand doth a brood arise, My feet they have cast away, And they raise up against me, Their paths of calamity.
[13] They have broken down my path, By my calamity they profit, ‘He hath no helper.’
[14] As a wide breach they come, Under the desolation have rolled themselves.
[15] He hath turned against me terrors, It pursueth as the wind mine abundance, And as a thick cloud, Hath my safety passed away.
[16] And now, in me my soul poureth itself out, Seize me do days of affliction.
[17] At night my bone hath been pierced in me, And mine eyelids do not lie down.
[18] By the abundance of power, Is my clothing changed, As the mouth of my coat it doth gird me.
[19] Casting me into mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.
[20] I cry unto Thee, And Thou dost not answer me, I have stood, and Thou dost consider me.
[21] Thou art turned to be fierce to me, With the strength of Thy hand, Thou oppressest me.
[22] Thou dost lift me up, On the wind Thou dost cause me to ride, And Thou meltest-Thou levellest me.
[23] For I have known To death Thou dost bring me back, And to the house appointed for all living.
[24] Surely not against the heap Doth He send forth the hand, Though in its ruin they have safety.
[25] Did not I weep for him whose day is hard? Grieved hath my soul for the needy.
[26] When good I expected, then cometh evil, And I wait for light, and darkness cometh.
[27] My bowels have boiled, and have not ceased, Gone before me have days of affliction.
[28] Mourning I have gone without the sun, I have risen, in an assembly I cry.
[29] A brother I have been to dragons, And a companion to daughters of the ostrich.
[30] My skin hath been black upon me, And my bone hath burned from heat,
[31] And my harp doth become mourning, And my organ the sound of weeping.