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ASV JOB Chapter 30

JOB 30 ©

30But 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.

8They 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.

JOB 30 ©

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