### World English Bible

Job 29

## The Book of Job

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| # Chapter 30
#### 1 | 'But now those who are younger than I, have me in derision, Whose fathers I would have disdained to put with my sheep dogs.
#### 2 | Of what use is the strength of their hands to me, Men in whom ripe age has perished?
#### 3 | They are gaunt from lack and famine. They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of waste and desolation.
#### 4 | They pluck salt herbs by the bushes. 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, And in holes of the earth and of the rocks.
#### 7 | Among the bushes they bray; And under the nettles they are gathered together.
#### 8 | They are children of fools, yes, children of base men. They were flogged out of the land.
#### 9 | 'Now I have become their song. Yes, I am a byword to them.
#### 10 | They abhor me, they stand aloof from me, And don't hesitate to spit in my face.
#### 11 | For he has loosed his cord, and afflicted me; And they have thrown off restraint before me.
#### 12 | On my right hand rise the rabble. They thrust aside my feet, They cast up against me their ways of destruction.
#### 13 | They mar my path, They set forward my calamity, Without anyone's help.
#### 14 | As through a wide breach they come, In the midst of the ruin they roll themselves in.
#### 15 | Terrors are turned on me. They chase my honor as the wind. My welfare has passed away as a cloud.
#### 16 | 'Now my soul is poured out within me. Days of affliction have taken hold on me.
#### 17 | In the night season my bones are pierced in me, And the pains that gnaw me take no rest.
#### 18 | By great force is my garment disfigured. It binds me about as the collar of my coat.
#### 19 | He has cast me into the mire. I have become like dust and ashes.
#### 20 | I cry to you, and you do not answer me. I stand up, and you gaze at me.
#### 21 | You have turned to be cruel to me. With the might of your hand you persecute me.
#### 22 | You lift me up to the wind, and drive me with it. You dissolve me in the storm.
#### 23 | For I know that you will bring me to death, To the house appointed for all living.
#### 24 | 'However doesn't one stretch out a hand in his fall? Or in his calamity therefore cry for help?
#### 25 | Didn't I weep for him who was in trouble? Wasn't my soul grieved for the needy?
#### 26 | When I looked for good, then evil came; When I waited for light, there came darkness.
#### 27 | My heart is troubled, and doesn't rest. Days of affliction have come on 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 grows black and peels from me. My bones are burned with heat.
#### 31 | Therefore is my harp turned to mourning, And my pipe into the voice of those who weep.

Job 31

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