God's New Revelations

The Book of Job

Unlocked Literal Bible 2017

- Chapter 30 -

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Now those who are younger than I have nothing but mockery for me-these young men whose fathers I would have refused to allow to work beside the dogs of my flock.
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Indeed, the strength of their fathers’ hands, how could it have helped me-men in whom the strength of their mature age had perished?
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They were thin from poverty and hunger; they gnawed at the dry ground in the darkness of wilderness and desolation.
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They plucked saltwort and bushes’ leaves; the roots of the broom tree were their food.
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They were driven out from among people who shouted after them as one would shout after a thief.
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So they had to live in river valleys, in holes of the earth and of the rocks.
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Among the bushes they brayed like donkeys; under the bushes they gathered together.
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They were the sons of fools, indeed, sons of nameless people! They were driven out of the land with whips.
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But now, for their sons I have become their subject for a song of mockery; indeed, I am now a joke to them.
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They abhor me and stand far off from me; they do not refrain from spitting in my face.
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For God has unstrung the string to my bow and has afflicted me, and so these people lose all self-control in front of me.
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Upon my right hand rise the rabble; they drive me away and pile up against me their siege mounds.
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They destroy my path; they push forward disaster for me, men who have no one to hold them back.
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They come against me like an army through a wide hole in a city wall; in the midst of the destruction they roll themselves in on me.
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Terrors are turned upon me; my honor is driven away as if by the wind; my prosperity passes away as a cloud.
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Now my life is pouring out from within me; many days of suffering have laid hold on me.
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In the night my bones in me are pierced; the pains that gnaw at me take no rest.
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God’s great force has seized my clothing; it wraps around me like the collar of my tunic.
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He has thrown me into the mud; I have become like dust and ashes.
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I cry to you, God, but you do not answer me; I stand up, and you merely look at me.
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You have changed and become cruel to me; with the strength of your hand you persecute me.
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You lift me up to the wind and cause it to drive me along; you throw me back and forth in a storm.
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For I know that you will bring me to death, to the house destined for all living things.
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However, does no one reach out with his hand to beg for help when he falls? Does no one in trouble call out for help?
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Did not I weep for him who was in trouble? Did I not grieve for the needy man?
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When I looked for good, then evil came; when I waited for light, darkness came instead.
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My heart is troubled and does not rest; days of affliction have come on me.
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I go about with darkened skin but not because of the sun; I stand up in the assembly and cry for help.
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I am a brother to jackals, a companion of ostriches.
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My skin is black and falls away from me; my bones are burned with heat.
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Therefore, my harp is tuned for songs of mourning, my flute for the singing of those who wail.