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Library > Bible versions > NASB > Job > 30 > Job   30 : 1 But now those younger than I mock me, Whose fathers I disdained to put with the dogs of my flock. 30 : 2 Indeed, what good was the strength of their hands to me? Vigor had perished from them. 30 : 3 From want and famine they are gaunt Who gnaw the dry ground by night in waste and desolation, 30 : 4 Who pluck mallow by the bushes, And whose food is the root of the broom shrub. 30 : 5 They are driven from the community; They shout against them as against a thief, 30 : 6 So that they dwell in dreadful valleys, In holes of the earth and of the rocks. 30 : 7 Among the bushes they cry out; Under the nettles they are gathered together. 30 : 8 Fools, even those without a name, They were scourged from the land. 30 : 9 And now I have become their taunt, I have even become a byword to them. 30 : 10 They abhor me and stand aloof from me, And they do not refrain from spitting at my face. 30 : 11 Because He has loosed His bowstring and afflicted me, They have cast off the bridle before me. 30 : 12 On the right hand their brood arises; They thrust aside my feet and build up against me their ways of destruction. 30 : 13 They break up my path, They profit from my destruction; No one restrains them. 30 : 14 As through a wide breach they come, Amid the tempest they roll on. 30 : 15 Terrors are turned against me; They pursue my honor as the wind, And my prosperity has passed away like a cloud. 30 : 16 And now my soul is poured out within me; Days of affliction have seized me. 30 : 17 At night it pierces my bones within me, And my gnawing pains take no rest. 30 : 18 By a great force my garment is distorted; It binds me about as the collar of my coat. 30 : 19 He has cast me into the mire, And I have become like dust and ashes. 30 : 20 I cry out to You for help, but You do not answer me; I stand up, and You turn Your attention against me. 30 : 21 You have become cruel to me; With the might of Your hand You persecute me. 30 : 22 You lift me up to the wind and cause me to ride; And You dissolve me in a storm. 30 : 23 For I know that You will bring me to death And to the house of meeting for all living. 30 : 24 Yet does not one in a heap of ruins stretch out his hand, Or in his disaster therefore cry out for help? 30 : 25 Have I not wept for the one whose life is hard? Was not my soul grieved for the needy? 30 : 26 When I expected good, then evil came; When I waited for light, then darkness came. 30 : 27 I am seething within and cannot relax; Days of affliction confront me. 30 : 28 I go about mourning without comfort; I stand up in the assembly and cry out for help. 30 : 29 I have become a brother to jackals And a companion of ostriches. 30 : 30 My skin turns black on me, And my bones burn with fever. 30 : 31 Therefore my harp is turned to mourning, And my flute to the sound of those who weep.