Bible (KJV) Job 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.
2 Yea, whereto might the strength of their hands profit
me, in whom old age was perished?
3 For want and famine they were solitary; fleeing into the
wilderness in former time desolate and waste.
4 Who cut up mallows by the bushes, and juniper roots for
their meat.
5 They were driven forth from among men, (they cried after
them as after a thief;)
6 To dwell in the cliffs of the valleys, in caves of the
earth, and in the rocks.
7 Among the bushes they brayed; under the nettles they
were gathered together.
8 They were children of fools, yea, children of base men:
they were viler than the earth.
9 And now am I their song, yea, I am their byword.
10 They abhor me, they flee far from me, and spare not to
spit in my face.
11 Because he hath loosed my cord, and afflicted me, they
have also let loose the bridle before me.
12 Upon my right hand rise the youth; they push away my
feet, and they raise up against me the ways of their destruction.
13 They mar my path, they set forward my calamity, they
have no helper.
14 They came upon me as a wide breaking in of waters: in
the desolation they rolled themselves upon me.
15 Terrors are turned upon me: they pursue my soul as the
wind: and my welfare passeth away as a cloud.
16 And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of
affliction have taken hold upon me.
17 My bones are pierced in me in the night season: and my
sinews take no rest.
18 By the great force of my disease is my garment changed:
it bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.
19 He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust
and ashes.
20 I cry unto thee, and thou dost not hear me: I stand up,
and thou regardest me not.
21 Thou art become cruel to me: with thy strong hand thou
opposest thyself against me.
22 Thou liftest me up to the wind; thou causest me to ride
upon it, and dissolvest my substance.
23 For I know that thou wilt bring me to death, and to the
house appointed for all living.
24 Howbeit he will not stretch out his hand to the grave,
though they cry in his destruction.
25 Did not I weep for him that was in trouble? was not my
soul grieved for the poor?
26 When I looked for good, then evil came unto me: and when
I waited for light, there came darkness.
27 My bowels boiled, and rested not: the days of affliction
prevented me.
28 I went mourning without the sun: I stood up, and I cried
in the congregation.
29 I am a brother to dragons, and a companion to owls.
30 My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with
heat.
31 My harp also is turned to mourning, and my organ into
the voice of them that weep.
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