Job 30

1But now, even the men who are younger than I am are making fun of me. And their fathers were so worthless that I wouldn’t put them with the dogs guarding my sheep. 2The fathers of those young men are too weak to help me. They are old and tired—their muscles are not hard and strong any more. 3They are like dead men— They are starving with nothing to eat. So they eat the dry dust of the desert. 4They pull up salt plants in the desert. They eat the roots from the broom tree. 5They are forced away from other people. People shout at them like they are thieves. 6They must live in the dry river beds, hillside caves and holes in the ground. 7They howl in the bushes, and huddle together under thorn bushes. 8They are a group of worthless people with no names who were forced to leave their country! 9“Now those men’s sons sing songs about me to make fun of me. My name has become a bad word to them. 10Those young men hate me, they stand away from me, they think they are better than me. They even spit in my face! 11God has taken the string from my bow and made me weak. Those young men don’t stop themselves but turn against me with all their anger. 12They attack me at my right side. They knock my feet out from under me. ˻I feel like a city being attacked:˼ They build dirt ramps against my walls to attack and destroy me. 13They guard the road so I can’t escape. They succeed in destroying me. They don’t need anyone to help them. 14They break a hole in the wall. They come rushing through it, and the crashing rocks fall on me. 15I am shaking with fear. Those young men chase away my honor like the wind blows things away. My safety disappears like a cloud. 16“Now my life is almost gone, and I will soon die. Days of suffering have grabbed me. 17All my bones ache at night. Pain never stops chewing on me. 18God grabbed the collar of my coat and twisted my clothes out of shape. 19God threw me into the mud, and I become like dirt and ashes. 20“God, I cry out to you for help, but you don’t answer. I stand up and pray, but you don’t pay attention to me. 21God, you are mean to me. You use your power to hurt me. 22God, you let the strong wind blow me away. You throw me around in the storm. 23I know you will lead me to my death. Every living person must die. 24“But, surely no one will hurt a person that is already ruined and crying for help. 25God, you know that I have cried for people in trouble. You know that my heart was very sad for poor people. 26But when I looked for good things. bad things came instead. When I looked for light, darkness came. 27I am torn up inside. The suffering never stops. And the suffering has just started. 28I am always sad and depressed, without relief. I stand up in the assembly and yell for help. 29I am all alone like the wild dogs and ostriches ˻in the desert˼. 30My skin is burnt and peeling away. My body is hot with fever. 31My harp is tuned to play sad songs. My flute makes sounds like sad crying.

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