Job 30

¹But now they of younger time scorn me, whose fathers I vouchsafed not to put with the dogs of my flock:

²The force of whose hands was to me as nothing, & they were thought unworthy of life it-self.

³Barren with poverty and famine, who gnawed in the wilderness, ill favoured by calamity and misery.

⁴And they did eat grass, and the barks of trees, and the root of junipers was their meat.

⁵Who taking these things violently out of the valleys, when they had found every thing, they ran to them with a cry.

⁶They dwelt in the deserts of torrents, and in caves of the earth, or upon gravel.

⁷Who rejoiced among these kind of things, and counted it delicacies to be under the briars.

⁸The children of foolish and base men, and in the earth not appearing at all.

⁹Now am I turned into their song, and become a proverb with them.

¹⁰They abhor me, and fly far from me, and are not afraid to spit in my face.

¹¹For he hath opened his quiver, and hath afflicted me, and hath put a bridle into my mouth.

¹²At the right hand of me rising, my calamities forthwith arose: they have overthrown my feet, & as with waves have oppressed with their paths.

¹³They have dissipated my ways, they have lien in wait against me, and they have prevailed, and there was not that would help.

¹⁴As when a wall is broken, and the gate opened, they have broken violently upon me, and are come tumbling down to my miseries.

¹⁵I am brought to nothing: as a wind thou hast taken away my desire: and my prosperity hath passed away as a cloud.

¹⁶And now my soul withereth in myself, and the days of affliction possess me.

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

¹⁸In the multitude of them my garment is consumed, and they have girded me about, as it were with the collar of a coat.

¹⁹I am compared to durt, and am resembled to imbers and ashes.

²⁰I cry to thee, and thou hearest me not: I stand, and thou doest not respect me.

²¹Thou art changed to be cruel toward me, and in the hardness of thy hand thou art against me.

²²Thou didst lift me up, and setting me as it were upon the wind thou hast mightily dashed me.

²³I know that thou wilt deliver me to death, where a house is appointed for every one that liveth.

²⁴But yet not to my consumption doest thou send forth thy hand: and if they shall fall, thou wilt save.

²⁵I wept sometime upon him that was afflicted, & my soul had compassion on the poor.

²⁶I expected good things, and evils are come upon me: tarried for light, and darkness brake forth.

²⁷My inner parts have boiled without any rest, the days of affliction have prevented me.

²⁸I went mourning without fury, rising up, I cried in the multitude.

²⁹I was the brother of dragons, and fellow of Ostriches:

³⁰My skin is made black upon me, and my bones are dried with heat.

³¹My harp is turned into mourning, and my instrument into the voice of weepers.