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Job 29

## The Book of Job

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| # Chapter 30
#### 1 | But now they that are younger than I have me in derision, Whose fathers I disdained to set with the dogs of my flock.
#### 2 | Yea, the strength of their hands, whereto should it profit me? Men in whom ripe age is perished.
#### 3 | They are gaunt with want and famine; They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of wasteness and desolation.
#### 4 | They pluck salt-wort by the bushes; And the roots of the broom are their food.
#### 5 | They are driven forth from the midst [of men]; They cry after them as after a thief;
#### 6 | So that they dwell in frightful valleys, In holes of the earth and of the rocks.
#### 7 | Among the bushes they bray; Under the nettles they are gathered together.
#### 8 | [They are] children of fools, yea, children of base men; They were scourged out of the land.
#### 9 | And now I am become their song, Yea, I am a byword unto them.
#### 10 | They abhor me, they stand aloof from me, And spare not to spit in my face.
#### 11 | For he hath loosed his cord, and afflicted me; And they have cast off the bridle before me.
#### 12 | Upon my right hand rise the rabble; They thrust aside my feet, And they cast up against me their ways of destruction.
#### 13 | They mar my path, They set forward my calamity, [Even] men that have no helper.
#### 14 | As through a wide breach they come: In the midst of the ruin they roll themselves [upon me].
#### 15 | Terrors are turned upon me; They chase mine honor as the wind; And my welfare is passed away as a cloud.
#### 16 | And now my soul is poured out within me; Days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
#### 17 | In the night season my bones are pierced in me, And the [pains] that gnaw me take no rest.
#### 18 | By [God's] great force is my garment disfigured; It bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.
#### 19 | He hath cast me into the mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.
#### 20 | I cry unto thee, and thou dost not answer me: I stand up, and thou gazest at me.
#### 21 | Thou art turned to be cruel to me; With the might of thy hand thou persecutest me.
#### 22 | Thou liftest me up to the wind, thou causest me to ride [upon it]; And thou dissolvest me in the storm.
#### 23 | For I know that thou wilt bring me to death, And to the house appointed for all living.
#### 24 | Howbeit doth not one stretch out the hand in his fall? Or in his calamity therefore cry for help?
#### 25 | Did not I weep for him that was in trouble? Was not my soul grieved for the needy?
#### 26 | When I looked for good, then evil came; And when I waited for light, there came darkness.
#### 27 | My heart is troubled, and resteth not; Days of affliction are come upon me.
#### 28 | I go mourning without the sun: I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.
#### 29 | I am a brother to jackals, And a companion to ostriches.
#### 30 | My skin is black, [and falleth] from me, And my bones are burned with heat.
#### 31 | Therefore is my harp [turned] to mourning, And my pipe into the voice of them that weep.

Job 31

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