Job Chapter 30

1Job lamenteth the change of his honour into extreme contempt; 15and of his prosperity into the deepest distress.
1 But now they that are ayounger than I 1have me in derision, 2whose fathers I would have 3disdained to have set with the dogs of my flock.
2 Yea, whereto might the strength of their hands profit me, in whom old age was perished?
3 For want and famine they were asolitary; 1fleeing into the wilderness bin former time desolate and waste.
4 Who 1cut up mallows by the bushes, and juniper roots for their meat.
5 They 1were driven forth from among men, (they cried after them as after a thief;)
6 To dwell in the clifts of the valleys, in acaves of the earth, and in the rocks.
7 Among the bushes they 1brayed; under the nettles they were gathered together.
8 they were children of fools, yea, children of abase men: they were viler than the earth.
9 And 1now am I their song, yea, I am their 2byword.
10 1They abhor me, they flee far from me, aand spare not to spit in my face.
11 1Because he hath loosed my cord, and afflicted me, they have also 2let loose the bridle before me.
12 Upon my 1right hand rise the youth; they push away my feet, and they 2raise up against me the ways of their destruction.
13 They 1mar my path, they set forward my calamity, they have no helper.
14 They came upon me 1as a wide breaking in of waters: in the desolation they rolled themselves upon me.
15 1Terrors are turned upon me: they pursue amy soul as the wind: and my welfare passeth away 2as a cloud.
16 And now my 1soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
17 My 1bones are pierced in me in the night season: and my sinews take no rest.
18 1By the great force of my disease is my garment changed: it bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.
19 He hath 1cast me into the mire, and I am become like 2dust and ashes.
20 1I cry unto thee, and thou dost not hear me: I stand up, and thou regardest me not.
21 Thou art abecome cruel to me: with bthy strong hand thou opposest thyself against me.
22 Thou 1liftest me up to the wind; thou causest me to ride upon it, and dissolvest my asubstance.
23 For I know that thou wilt bring me to death, and 1to the house appointed for all living.
24 Howbeit he will not stretch out his hand to the agrave, though they cry in his destruction.
25 1Did not I weep afor him that was in trouble? was not my soul grieved for the poor?
26 1When I looked for good, then evil came unto me: and when I waited for light, there came darkness.
27 My 1bowels boiled, and rested not: the days of affliction prevented me.
28 I went 1mourning without the sun: I stood up, and I cried in the congregation.
29 1I am a brother to dragons, and a companion to aowls.
30 1My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.
31 1My harp also is turned to mourning, and my organ into the voice of them that weep.