en_wbms - Job 30 - Ozzuu Bible

¹ But now younger men in time scorn me, whose fathers I deigned not[3] to set with the dogs of my flock.

² Of which men the strength of their hands was for nought to me, and they were guessed unworthy to that life.

³ They were barren for neediness and hunger; they gnawed in wilder-ness, and were pale for poverty and wretchedness;

⁴ and they ate herbs, and the rinds of trees; and the root of junipers was their meat.

⁵ The which men ravished these things from great valleys; and when they had found any of all these things, they ran with a cry to them.

⁶ They dwelled in deserts of strands [or streams], and in caves of [the] earth, either on gravel.

⁷ Which were glad among such things, and they areckoned as delights to be under bushes.

⁸ These were the sons of fools, and of unnoble men, and utterly appearing not on [the] earth.

⁹ But now I am turned into the song of them, and I am made a proverb to them.

¹⁰ They hold me abominable, and they flee far from me, and dread not to spit on my face.

¹¹ For God hath opened his arrow case, and he hath tormented me, and he hath put a bridle into my mouth.

¹² At the right side of the east my wretchednesses have risen up anon; they turned upside down my feet, and they oppressed me with their paths as with floods.

¹³ They destroyed my ways; they setted treason to me, and they had the mastery; and there was none that helped me.

¹⁴ They felled in upon me as by a broken wall, and by gate opened, and were stretched forth to my wretched-nesses.

¹⁵ I am driven into nought; he took away my desire as [the] wind, and mine help passed away as a cloud.

¹⁶ But now my soul fadeth in myself, and [the] days of torment hold me steadfastly.

¹⁷ In [the] night my bone is pierced with sorrows; and they, that eat me, sleep not.

¹⁸ In the multitude of those [or them] my cloth is wasted, and they have girded me as with the collar of a coat.

¹⁹ I am comparisoned to clay, and I am made like to a dead spark and ashes.

²⁰ I shall cry to thee, and thou shalt not hear me; I stand, and thou behold-est not me.

²¹ Thou art changed into cruel to me, and in the hardness of thine hand thou art adversary to me.

²² Thou hast raised me, and hast set me as on wind; and hast hurtled me down strongly.

²³ I know, that thou shalt betake me to death, where an house is ordained to each living man.

²⁴ Nevertheless thou sendest not out thine hand to the wasting of them; and if they fall down, thou shalt save them.

²⁵ I wept sometime on him that was tormented, and my soul had compas-sion on a poor man.

²⁶ I abode goods, and evils be come to me; I abode light, and darknesses brake out.

²⁷ Mine inner things boiled out with-out my rest; and [the] days of torment came before me.

²⁸ I went mourning, and I rose up without strong vengeance in the company, and I cried.

²⁹ I was the brother of dragons, and the fellow of ostriches.

³⁰ My skin was made black upon me, and my bones dried for heat.

³¹ Mine harp is turned into mourning, and mine organ into the voice of weepers.