THE BOOK OF
Job 30 ©
Job sets against his former prosperity the present misery he endured, consisting in the great contempt put upon him by the most unworthy folks, v. 1, etc. in grievous temptations, wherewith he was assaulted in his faith and hope, 12. in terrors, 15. in fearfulness, 16. in pains of the body, 17. in extreme vileness and humiliation, in which he was not heard, 19. in deadly debilitations of his abilities, 22. in the violence of his disease, 27. in grief and mourning, 31.
BUT now they that are 1younger than I have me in derision, whose fathers I would have disdained to have set with the 2dogs of my flock.
Yea, whereto might the strength 3of their hands profit me, 4in whom old age was perished?
For 5want and famine they were solitary; fleeing into the 6wilderness in 7former time 8desolate and waste.
Who cut up 9mallowsa by the bushes, and 10juniper roots for their meat.
They were driven forth 11from among men, (they cried after them as after a thief;)
To dwell in the clifts of the valleys, in caves of the earth, and in the rocks.
Among the bushes 12they brayed; under the nettles they were 13gathered together.
They were children of 14fools, yea, children 15of base men: 16they were viler than the earth.
Andb now am I 17their song, yea, I am their byword.
Theyc abhor me, they flee far from me, and spare not to 18spit in my face.
Because 19he hath loosed my 20cord, and afflicted me, 21they have also let loose the 22bridle 23before me.
24Upon my right hand rise the 25youth; they 26push away my feet, and they 27raise up against me the ways of their destruction.
28They mar my path, 29they set forward my calamity, they have 30no helper.
31They came upon me as a wide breaking in of waters: 32in the desolation they rolled themselves upon me.
Terrors are turned upon me: they pursue my 33soul as the wind: and my welfare passeth away as a cloud.
And now my soul is 34poured out upon me; the days of 35affliction have taken hold upon me.
My bones 36are pierced 37in me in the night season: and my sinews take no rest.
By 38the great force of my disease is my garment 39changed: 40it bindeth me about as the 41collar of my coat.
He hath cast me into the 42mire, and I am become 43like dust and ashes.
I cry unto 44thee, and thou dost not hear me: I 45stand up, 46and thou regardest me not.
Thou art 47become cruel to me: with thy strong hand thou 48opposest thyself against me.
Thou 49liftest me up to the wind; thou causest me to ride upon it, and dissolvest my 50substance.
For I know thatd thou wilt bring me to death, and to the 51house appointed 52for all living.
Howbeit 53he will 54not stretch out his hand 55to the grave, though 56they cry 57in his destruction.
58Dide not I weep for him that was 59in trouble? was not my soul grieved for the poor?
When I looked for good, then evil came unto me: and when I waited for 60light, there came 61darkness.
My bowels 62boiled, and rested not: the days of affliction prevented 63me.
I went mourning 64without the sun: I stood up, and I 65cried 66in the congregation.
67If am a brother to dragons,g and a companion to 68owls.
Myh skin is 69black upon me, and my 70bones are burned with 71heat.
72My harp also is turned to mourning, and my organ into the voice of them that weep.