Job Chapter 30

30 : 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.

30 : 2 Yes, whereto might the strength of their hands profit me, in whom old age was perished?

30 : 3 For want and famine they were solitary; fleeing into the wilderness in former time desolate and waste.

30 : 4 Who cut up mallows by the bushes, and juniper roots for their meat.

30 : 5 They were driven forth from among men, (they cried after them as after a thief;)

30 : 6 To dwell in the cliffs of the valleys, in caves of the earth, and in the rocks.

30 : 7 Among the bushes they brayed; under the nettles they were gathered together.

30 : 8 They were children of fools, yes, children of base men: they were viler than the earth.

30 : 9 And now am I their song, yes, I am their byword.

30 : 10 They abhor me, they flee far from me, and spare not to spit in my face.

30 : 11 Because he has loosed my cord, and afflicted me, they have also let loose the bridle before me.

30 : 12 On my right hand rise the youth; they push away my feet, and they raise up against me the ways of their destruction.

30 : 13 They mar my path, they set forward my calamity, they have no helper.

30 : 14 They came on me as a wide breaking in of waters: in the desolation they rolled themselves on me.

30 : 15 Terrors are turned on me: they pursue my soul as the wind: and my welfare passes away as a cloud.

30 : 16 And now my soul is poured out on me; the days of affliction have taken hold on me.

30 : 17 My bones are pierced in me in the night season: and my sinews take no rest.

30 : 18 By the great force of my disease is my garment changed: it binds me about as the collar of my coat.

30 : 19 He has cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.

30 : 20 I cry to you, and you do not hear me: I stand up, and you regard me not.

30 : 21 You are become cruel to me: with your strong hand you oppose yourself against me.

30 : 22 You lift me up to the wind; you cause me to ride on it, and dissolve my substance.

30 : 23 For I know that you will bring me to death, and to the house appointed for all living.

30 : 24 However, he will not stretch out his hand to the grave, though they cry in his destruction.

30 : 25 Did not I weep for him that was in trouble? was not my soul grieved for the poor?

30 : 26 When I looked for good, then evil came to me: and when I waited for light, there came darkness.

30 : 27 My bowels boiled, and rested not: the days of affliction prevented me.

30 : 28 I went mourning without the sun: I stood up, and I cried in the congregation.

30 : 29 I am a brother to dragons, and a companion to owls.

30 : 30 My skin is black on me, and my bones are burned with heat.

30 : 31 My harp also is turned to mourning, and my organ into the voice of them that weep.