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Job , CHAPTER 30

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But now they hold me in derision who are younger than I, Whose fathers I should have disdained to rank with the dogs of my flock.

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Such strength as they had meant nothing to me; their vigor had perished.

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In want and emaciating hunger they fled to the parched lands: to the desolate wasteland by night.

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They plucked saltwort and shrubs; the roots of the broom plant were their food.

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They were banished from the community, with an outcry like that against a thief?

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To dwell on the slopes of the wadies, in caves of sand and stone;

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Among the bushes they brayed; under the nettles they huddled together.

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Irresponsible, of no account, they were driven out of the land.

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Yet now they sing of me in mockery; I have become a byword among them.

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They abhor me, they stand aloof, they do not hesitate to spit in my face!

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Because he has loosened my bowstring and afflicted me, they have thrown off restraint in my presence.

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On my right the young rabble rise up; they trip my feet, they build their approaches for my ruin.

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They tear up my path, they promote my ruin, no helper is there against them.

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As through a wide breach they advance; amid the uproar they come on in waves;

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terrors roll over me. My dignity is driven off like the wind, and my well-being vanishes like a cloud.

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And now my life ebbs away from me, days of affliction have taken hold of me.

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At night he pierces my bones, my sinews have no rest.

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With great difficulty I change my clothes, the collar of my tunic fits around my waist.

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He has cast me into the mire; I have become like dust and ashes.

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I cry to you, but you do not answer me; I stand, but you take no notice.

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You have turned into my tormentor, and with your strong hand you attack me.

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You raise me up and drive me before the wind; I am tossed about by the tempest.

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Indeed I know that you will return me to death to the house destined for everyone alive.

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Yet should not a hand be held out to help a wretched person in distress?

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Did I not weep for the hardships of others; was not my soul grieved for the poor?

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Yet when I looked for good, evil came; when I expected light, darkness came.

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My inward parts seethe and will not be stilled; days of affliction have overtaken me.

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I go about in gloom, without the sun; I rise in the assembly and cry for help.

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I have become a brother to jackals, a companion to ostriches.

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My blackened skin falls away from me; my very frame is scorched by the heat.

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My lyre is tuned to mourning, and my reed pipe to sounds of weeping.