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Job 30 New American Standard Bible (NASB)

Job’s Present State Is Humiliating

30 “But now those who are younger than I ^(A)mock me,
Whose fathers I refused to put with the dogs of my flock.
²Indeed, what good was the strength of their hands to me?
Vigor had perished from them.
³From poverty and famine they are gaunt,
They who gnaw at the dry ground by night in waste and desolation,
⁴Who pluck saltweed by the bushes,
And whose food is the root of the broom shrub.
⁵They are driven from the community;
They shout against them as against a thief,
⁶So that they live on the slopes of ravines,
In holes in the ground and among the rocks.
⁷Among the bushes they ^[a]cry out;
Under the weeds they are gathered together.
⁸Worthless ^[b]fellows, even ^[c]those without a name,
They were cast out from the land.

⁹“And now I have become their ^[d]^(B)taunt,
And I have become a ^[e]^(C)byword to them.
¹⁰They loathe me and stand aloof from me,
And they do not ^[f]refrain from ^(D)spitting in my face.
¹¹Because He has undone ^[g]my ^[h]bowstring and ^(E)afflicted me,
They have cast off ^(F)the bridle before me.
¹²On the right hand their ^[i]mob arises;
They ^(G)push aside my feet ^(H)and pile up their ways of destruction against me.
¹³They ^(I)break up my path,
They promote my destruction;
No one restrains them.
¹⁴As through a wide gap they come,
^[j]Amid the storm they roll on.
¹⁵^(J)Sudden terrors are turned upon me;
They chase away my dignity like the wind,
And my ^[k]prosperity has passed away ^(K)like a cloud.

¹⁶“And now ^(L)my soul is poured out ^[l]within me;
Days of misery have seized me.
¹⁷At night it pierces ^(M)my bones ^[m]within me,
And my gnawing pains do not rest.
¹⁸By a great force my garment is ^(N)distorted;
It ties me up like the collar of my coat.
¹⁹He has thrown me into the ^(O)mire,
And I have become like dust and ashes.
²⁰I ^(P)cry out to You for help, but You do not answer me;
I stand up, and You turn Your attention against me.
²¹You have ^[n]become cruel to me;
With the strength of Your hand You ^(Q)persecute me.
²²You ^(R)lift me up to the wind and make me ride it;
And You dissolve me in a storm.
²³For I know that You ^(S)will bring me to death,
And to the ^(T)house of meeting for all living.

²⁴“Yet does one in a heap of ruins not reach out with his hand,
Or in his disaster does he not ^(U)cry out for help?
²⁵Have I not ^(V)wept for the ^[o]one whose life is hard?
Was my soul not grieved for ^(W)the needy?
²⁶When I ^(X)expected good, evil came;
When I waited for light, ^(Y)darkness came.
²⁷^[p]I am seething ^(Z)within and cannot rest;
Days of misery confront me.
²⁸I go about ^[q]^(AA)mourning without comfort;
I stand up in the assembly and ^(AB)cry out for help.
²⁹I have become a brother to ^(AC)jackals,
And a companion of ostriches.
³⁰My ^(AD)skin turns black ^[r]on me,
And my ^(AE)bones burn with ^[s]fever.
³¹Therefore my ^(AF)harp ^[t]is turned to mourning,
And my flute to the sound of those who weep.

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