Job 30

²Of what use is the strength of their hands to me,

³They are gaunt from lack and famine.

⁴They pluck salt herbs by the bushes.

⁵They are driven out from among men.

⁶so that they live in frightful valleys,

⁷They bray among the bushes.

⁸They are children of fools, yes, children of wicked men.

⁹“Now I have become their song.

¹⁰They abhor me, they stand aloof from me,

¹¹For he has untied his cord, and afflicted me;

¹²On my right hand rise the rabble.

¹³They mar my path.

¹⁴As through a wide breach they come.

¹⁵Terrors have turned on me.

¹⁶“Now my soul is poured out within me.

¹⁷In the night season my bones are pierced in me,

¹⁸My garment is disfigured by great force.

¹⁹He has cast me into the mire.

²⁰I cry to you, and you do not answer me.

²¹You have turned to be cruel to me.

²²You lift me up to the wind, and drive me with it.

²³For I know that you will bring me to death,

²⁴“However doesn’t one stretch out a hand in his fall?

²⁵Didn’t I weep for him who was in trouble?

²⁶When I looked for good, then evil came.

²⁷My heart is troubled, and doesn’t rest.

²⁸I go mourning without the sun.

²⁹I am a brother to jackals,

³⁰My skin grows black and peels from me.

³¹Therefore my harp has turned to mourning,