Job 30

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