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- Hiob 30
301“But now they ilaugh at me,
men who are jyounger than I,
whose fathers I would have disdained
to set with the dogs of my flock.
2What could I gain from the strength of their hands,
kmen whose lvigor is gone?
3Through want and hard hunger
they mgnaw nthe dry ground by night in owaste and desolation;
4they pick saltwort and the leaves of bushes,
and the roots of the broom tree for their food.
5pThey are driven out from human company;
they shout after them as after a thief.
6In the gullies of the torrents they must dwell,
in holes of the earth and of qthe rocks.
7Among the bushes they rbray;
under sthe nettles they huddle together.
8A senseless, a nameless brood,
they have been whipped out of the land.
9“And now I have become their tsong;
I am ua byword to them.
10They vabhor me; they keep aloof from me;
they do not hesitate to wspit at the sight of me.
11Because God has loosed my cord and humbled me,
they have cast off restraint in my presence.
12On my xright hand the rabble rise;
they push away my feet;
they ycast up against me their ways of destruction.
13They break up my path;
they promote my zcalamity;
they need no one to help them.
14As through a wide abreach they come;
amid the crash they roll on.
15bTerrors are turned upon me;
my honor is pursued as by the wind,
and my prosperity has passed away like ca cloud.
16“And now my soul is dpoured out within me;
days of affliction have taken hold of me.
17eThe night fracks my bones,
and the pain that ggnaws me takes no rest.
18With great force my garment is hdisfigured;
it binds me about like the collar of my tunic.
19God has cast me into the mire,
and I have become like idust and ashes.
20I cry to you for help and you do not answer me;
I stand, and you only look at me.
21You have jturned cruel to me;
with the might of your hand you kpersecute me.
22lYou lift me up on the wind; you make me ride on it,
and you toss me about in the roar of the storm.
23mFor I know that you will bring me to death
and to the house appointed for nall living.
24“Yet does not one in a oheap of ruins stretch out his hand,
and in his disaster cry for help?
25Did not I pweep for him whose day was hard?
Was not my soul grieved for the needy?
26But qwhen I hoped for good, evil came,
and when I waited for light, rdarkness came.
27My inward parts are in turmoil and never still;
days of affliction scome to meet me.
28I tgo about darkened, but not by the sun;
I stand up in uthe assembly and cry for help.
29I am a brother of vjackals
and a companion of wostriches.
30My xskin turns black and falls from me,
and my ybones burn with heat.
31My zlyre is aturned to mourning,
and my zpipe to the voice of those who weep.