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The Book of Job

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- Chapter 30 -

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“But now, men who are younger than I am make fun of me, men whose fathers I greatly despised, their fathers, whom I would not even have allowed to help my dogs guard my sheep.
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They were men who were old and weak; what could I gain from having these men work for me, even when they thought they were strong?
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They were very poor and hungry, so that they chewed on roots at night in dry and desolate places.
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They pulled up plants in the desert and ate them; they warmed themselves by burning the roots of broom trees.
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Everyone shouted at them, “Stop, thief!” and drove them from their area.
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They were forced to live in riverbeds, in holes in the ground, and in the sides of cliffs.
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In the bushes they howled like animals because they were hungry, and they huddled together under thornbushes.
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They were people without good sense, whose names no one knows; they were driven out from the land where they were born.
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Now their children sing songs to make fun of me. They tell jokes about me.
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They are disgusted with me, and they stay away from me, but when they see me, they are happy to spit in my face.
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It seems as though God had cut my bowstring and caused me to be unable to defend myself; he has humbled me, and my enemies have done to me whatever they wanted.
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Gangs of these people attack me and force me to run away; they prepare to destroy me.
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They prevent me from escaping, and there is no one to keep them from attacking me.
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It is as though I were a city wall and they had broken through it, as though they had come crashing down on me.
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I am very terrified; my dignity has been blown away by the wind, and my prosperity has disappeared as clouds disappear.
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Now I am about to die; I suffer every day.
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My bones ache during the nights, and the pain that torments me never stops.
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It is as though God had grabbed my clothes and choked me by the collar of my coat.
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He has thrown me into the mud; I am not worth anything more than dust and ashes.
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I cry out to you, God, but you do not answer me; I stand up and pray, but you do not pay any attention.
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You act very cruelly toward me; with all of your power you cause me to suffer.
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You allow the wind to lift me up and blow me away; and you make a violent storm blow me around.
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I know that you will cause me to die, which is what happens to everyone who is alive.
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When people experience disasters, they sit on a pile of ruins and cry out for help; they certainly cry out for help.
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I myself wept for people who were experiencing troubles, and I felt sorry for poor people.
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However, when I expected good things to happen to me, evil things happened; when I waited for light, I experienced darkness instead.
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I am very distressed all the time; I suffer every day.
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I go about very discouraged; I stand up and plead for people to help me.
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My wailing is as sad as jackals and ostriches in the wilderness.
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My skin has become dark and is peeling off, and I have a fever which causes my body to feel as though it were burning up with a fever.
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Previously, I played joyful music on my harp and with my flute, but now I play only the sad music of those who mourn.”
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But now those who are younger than I have me in derision, whose fathers I considered unworthy to put with my sheep dogs.
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Of what use is the strength of their hands to me, men in whom ripe age has perished?
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They are gaunt from lack and famine. They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of waste and desolation.
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They pluck salt herbs by the bushes. The roots of the broom tree are their food.
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They are driven out from among men. They cry after them as after a thief,
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so that they live in frightful valleys, and in holes of the earth and of the rocks.
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They bray among the bushes. They are gathered together under the nettles.
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They are children of fools, yes, children of wicked men. They were flogged out of the land.
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Now I have become their song. Yes, I am a byword to them.
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They abhor me, they stand aloof from me, and don’t hesitate to spit in my face.
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For he has untied his cord, and afflicted me; and they have thrown off restraint before me.
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On my right hand rise the rabble. They thrust aside my feet. They cast their ways of destruction up against me.
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They mar my path. They promote my destruction without anyone’s help.
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As through a wide breach they come. They roll themselves in amid the ruin.
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Terrors have turned on me. They chase my honor as the wind. My welfare has passed away as a cloud.
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Now my soul is poured out within me. Days of affliction have taken hold of me.
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In the night season my bones are pierced in me, and the pains that gnaw me take no rest.
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My garment is disfigured by great force. It binds me about as the collar of my tunic.
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He has cast me into the mire. I have become like dust and ashes.
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I cry to you, and you do not answer me. I stand up, and you gaze at me.
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You have turned to be cruel to me. With the might of your hand you persecute me.
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You lift me up to the wind, and drive me with it. You dissolve me in the storm.
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For I know that you will bring me to death, to the house appointed for all living.
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“However doesn’t one stretch out a hand in his fall? Or in his calamity therefore cry for help?
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Didn’t I weep for him who was in trouble? Wasn’t my soul grieved for the needy?
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When I looked for good, then evil came. When I waited for light, darkness came.
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My heart is troubled, and doesn’t rest. Days of affliction have come on me.
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I go mourning without the sun. I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.
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I am a brother to jackals, and a companion to ostriches.
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My skin grows black and peels from me. My bones are burned with heat.
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Therefore my harp has turned to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of those who weep.