Job 30

1But now they that are younger than I have me in derision, Whose fathers I disdained to set with the dogs of my flock.● 2Yea, the strength of their hands, whereto should it profit me? Men in whom ripe age is perished.● 3They are gaunt with want and famine; They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of wasteness and desolation.● 4They pluck salt-wort by the bushes; And the roots of the broom are their food.● 5They are driven forth from the midst `of men'; They cry after them as after a thief;● 6So that they dwell in frightful valleys, In holes of the earth and of the rocks.● 7Among the bushes they bray; Under the nettles they are gathered together.● 8`They are' children of fools, yea, children of base men; They were scourged out of the land.● 9And now I am become their song, Yea, I am a byword unto them.● 10They abhor me, they stand aloof from me, And spare not to spit in my face.● 11For he hath loosed his cord, and afflicted me; And they have cast off the bridle before me.● 12Upon my right hand rise the rabble; They thrust aside my feet, And they cast up against me their ways of destruction.● 13They mar my path, They set forward my calamity, `Even' men that have no helper.● 14As through a wide breach they come: In the midst of the ruin they roll themselves `upon me'.● 15Terrors are turned upon me; They chase mine honor as the wind; And my welfare is passed away as a cloud.● 16And now my soul is poured out within me; Days of affliction have taken hold upon me.● 17In the night season my bones are pierced in me, And the `pains' that gnaw me take no rest.● 18By `God's' great force is my garment disfigured; It bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.● 19He hath cast me into the mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.● 20I cry unto thee, and thou dost not answer me: I stand up, and thou gazest at me.● 21Thou art turned to be cruel to me; With the might of thy hand thou persecutest me.● 22Thou liftest me up to the wind, thou causest me to ride `upon it'; And thou dissolvest me in the storm.● 23For I know that thou wilt bring me to death, And to the house appointed for all living.● 24Howbeit doth not one stretch out the hand in his fall? Or in his calamity therefore cry for help?● 25Did not I weep for him that was in trouble? Was not my soul grieved for the needy?● 26When I looked for good, then evil came; And when I waited for light, there came darkness.● 27My heart is troubled, and resteth not; Days of affliction are come upon me.● 28I go mourning without the sun: I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.● 29I am a brother to jackals, And a companion to ostriches.● 30My skin is black, `and falleth' from me, And my bones are burned with heat.● 31Therefore is my harp `turned' to mourning, And my pipe into the voice of them that weep.●