Job 30
Names of God Bible
Job Talks about His Present Misery
30 “But now those who are younger than I am laugh at me.
I didn’t think their fathers were fit to sit with the dogs of my flock.
2 Of what use to me was the strength of their hands?
Their strength is gone.
3 Shriveled up from need and hunger,
they gnaw at the dry and barren ground during the night.[a]
4 They pick saltwort from the underbrush,
and the roots of the broom plant are their food.[b]
5 They are driven from the community.
People shout at them in the same way they shout at thieves.
6 They have to live in dry riverbeds,
in holes in the ground, and among rocks.
7 They howl in bushes
and huddle together under thornbushes.
8 Godless fools and worthless people
are forced out of the land with whips.
9 “And now they make fun of me with songs.
I have become a joke to them.
10 Since they consider me disgusting, they keep their distance from me
and don’t hesitate to spit in my face.
11 Because God has untied my cord and has made me suffer,
they are no longer restrained in my presence.
12 They have attacked me on my right side like a mob.
They trip my feet
and then prepare ways to destroy me.[c]
13 Yes, they remove all traces of my path in order to destroy me.
No one is there to help me against them.
14 They come through a wide hole in the wall.
They crawl through the ruins.
15 Terrors are directed toward me.
They blow away my dignity like the wind.
My prosperity vanishes like a cloud.
16 “Now my life is pouring out of me.
Days of suffering seize me.
17 At night God pierces my bones.
My body[d] doesn’t rest.
18 With great strength he grabs my clothes.
He seizes me by the collar of my robe.
19 He throws me into the dirt
so that I become like dust and ashes.
Job Calls on God for Help
20 “I call to you for help,
but you don’t answer me.
I stand up, but you just look at me.
21 You have begun to treat me cruelly.
With your mighty hand you assault me.
22 You pick me up and let the wind carry me away.
You toss me around with a storm.
23 I know you will lead me to death,
to the dwelling place appointed for all living beings.
Job Says: I Am Being Punished by God
24 “But God doesn’t stretch out his hand against one who is ruined
when that person calls for help in his disaster.
25 Didn’t I cry for the person whose days were difficult?
Didn’t my soul grieve for the poor?
26 When I waited for good, evil came.
When I looked for light, darkness came.
27 My insides are churning and won’t calm down.
Days of misery are ahead of me.
28 I walk in the dark without the sun.
I stand up in public and call for help.
29 I’m a brother to jackals
and a companion of ostriches.
30 My skin turns dark and peels.
My body burns with fever.
31 So my lyre is used for mourning
and my flute for loud weeping.
Job 30
King James Version
30 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.
The Names of God Bible (without notes) © 2011 by Baker Publishing Group.