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The Book of Job

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- Chapter 30 -

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But now the younger in time scorn me, whose fathers I would not have set with the dogs of my flock:
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The strength of whose hands was to me as nothing, and they were thought unworthy of life itself.
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Barren with want and hunger, who gnawed in the wilderness, disfigured with calamity and misery.
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And they ate grass, and barks of trees, and the root of junipers was their food.
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Who snatched up these things out of the valleys, and when they had found any of them, they ran to them with a cry.
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They dwelt in the desert places of torrents, and in caves of earth, or upon the gravel.
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They pleased themselves among these kind of things, and counted it delightful to be under the briers.
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The children of foolish and base men, and not appearing at all upon the earth.
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Now I am turned into their song, and am become their byword.
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They abhor me, and flee far from me, and are not afraid to spit in my face.
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For he hath opened his quiver, and hath afflicted me, and hath put a bridle into my mouth.
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At the right hand of my rising, my calamities forthwith arose: they have overthrown my feet, and have overwhelmed me with their paths as with waves.
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They have destroyed my ways, they have lain in wait against me, and they have prevailed, and there was none to help.
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They have rushed in upon me, as when a wall is broken, and a gate opened, and have rolled themselves down to my miseries.
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I am brought to nothing: as a wind thou hast taken away my desire: and my prosperity hath passed away like a cloud.
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And now my soul fadeth within myself, and the days of affliction possess me.
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In the night my bone is pierced with sorrows: and they that feed upon me, do not sleep.
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With the multitude of them my garment is consumed, and they have girded me about, as with the collar of my coat.
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I am compared to dirt, and am likened to embers and ashes.
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I cry to thee, and thou hearest me not: I stand up, and thou dost not regard me.
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Thou art changed to be cruel toward me, and in the hardness of thy hand thou art against me.
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Thou hast lifted me up, and set me as it were upon the wind, and thou hast mightily dashed me.
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I know that thou wilt deliver me to death, where a house is appointed for every one that liveth.
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But yet thou stretchest not forth thy hand to their consumption: and if they shall fall down thou wilt save.
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I wept heretofore for him that was afflicted, and my soul had compassion on the poor.
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I expected good things, and evils are come upon me: I waited for light, and darkness broke out.
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My inner parts have boiled without any rest, the days of affliction have prevented me.
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I went mourning without indignation; I rose up, and cried in the crowd.
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I was the brother of dragons, and companion of ostriches.
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My skin is become black upon me, and my bones are dried up with heat.
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My harp is turned to mourning, and my organ into the voice of those that weep.
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“But now those who are younger than I have me in derision, whose fathers I considered unworthy to put with my sheep dogs.
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Of what use is the strength of their hands to me, men in whom ripe age has perished?
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They are gaunt from lack and famine. They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of waste and desolation.
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They pluck salt herbs by the bushes. The roots of the broom tree are their food.
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They are driven out from among men. They cry after them as after a thief,
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so that they live in frightful valleys, and in holes of the earth and of the rocks.
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They bray among the bushes. They are gathered together under the nettles.
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They are children of fools, yes, children of wicked men. They were flogged out of the land.
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“Now I have become their song. Yes, I am a byword to them.
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They abhor me, they stand aloof from me, and don’t hesitate to spit in my face.
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For he has untied his cord, and afflicted me; and they have thrown off restraint before me.
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On my right hand rise the rabble. They thrust aside my feet. They cast their ways of destruction up against me.
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They mar my path. They promote my destruction without anyone’s help.
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As through a wide breach they come. They roll themselves in amid the ruin.
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Terrors have turned on me. They chase my honor as the wind. My welfare has passed away as a cloud.
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“Now my soul is poured out within me. Days of affliction have taken hold of me.
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In the night season my bones are pierced in me, and the pains that gnaw me take no rest.
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My garment is disfigured by great force. It binds me about as the collar of my tunic.
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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, and you do not answer me. I stand up, and you gaze at me.
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You have turned to be cruel to me. With the might of your hand you persecute me.
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You lift me up to the wind, and drive me with it. You dissolve me in the storm.
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For I know that you will bring me to death, to the house appointed for all living.
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“However doesn’t one stretch out a hand in his fall? Or in his calamity therefore cry for help?
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Didn’t I weep for him who was in trouble? Wasn’t my soul grieved for the needy?
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When I looked for good, then evil came. When I waited for light, darkness came.
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My heart is troubled, and doesn’t rest. Days of affliction have come on me.
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I go mourning without the sun. I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.
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I am a brother to jackals, and a companion to ostriches.
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My skin grows black and peels from me. My bones are burned with heat.
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Therefore my harp has turned to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of those who weep.
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