nsb - Job:30

nsb@Job:30:1 @ »Men younger than I am make fun of me now! Their fathers have always been so worthless that I would not let them help dogs guard sheep.

nsb@Job:30:2 @ »They were a bunch of worn-out men, too weak to do any work for me.

nsb@Job:30:3 @ »Shriveled up from need and hunger, they gnaw at the dry and barren ground during the night.

nsb@Job:30:4 @ »They pick mallow from the underbrush, and the roots of the broom plant are their food.

nsb@Job:30:5 @ »They are driven from the community. People shout at them in the same way they shout at thieves.

nsb@Job:30:6 @ »They have to live in dry riverbeds, in holes in the ground, and among rocks.

nsb@Job:30:7 @ »They howl in bushes and huddle together under thorn bushes.

nsb@Job:30:8 @ »Godless fools and worthless people are forced out of the land with whips.

nsb@Job:30:9 @ »Now they make fun of me with songs. I have become a joke to them.

nsb@Job:30:10 @ »Since they consider me disgusting, they keep their distance from me and don't hesitate to spit in my face.

nsb@Job:30:11 @ »Because God has untied my cord and has made me suffer, they are no longer restrained in my presence.

nsb@Job:30:12 @ »They have attacked me on my right side like a mob. They trip my feet and then prepare ways to destroy me.

nsb@Job:30:13 @ »They break up my path, they promote my calamity and no one restrains them!

nsb@Job:30:14 @ »As through a wide breach they come. Amid the crash they roll on.

nsb@Job:30:15 @ »Terrorists turn on me; my honor is pursued as by the wind, and my prosperity has passed away like a cloud.

nsb@Job:30:16 @ »Now I am poured out, the days of affliction have taken hold of me.

nsb@Job:30:17 @ »The night racks my bones, and the pain that eats at me takes no rest.

nsb@Job:30:18 @ »With violence it seizes my garment. It binds me about like the collar of my tunic.

nsb@Job:30:19 @ »God has cast me into the mire. I have become like dust and ashes.

nsb@Job:30:20 @ »I cry to you and you do not answer me! I stand, and you do not heed me.

nsb@Job:30:21 @ »You have turned cruel to me. With the might of your hand you appose me.

nsb@Job:30:22 @ »You lift me up on the wind, you make me ride on it, and you toss me about in the roar of the storm.

nsb@Job:30:23 @ »Yes, I know that you will bring me to death, to the house appointed for all living.

nsb@Job:30:24 @ »Does not one in a heap of ruins stretch out his hand, Or in his disaster cry out for help?

nsb@Job:30:25 @ »Have I not wept for the one whose life is hard? Was I not grieved for the needy?

nsb@Job:30:26 @ »When I expected good evil came. When I waited for light darkness came.

nsb@Job:30:27 @ »I am seething within and cannot relax! Days of affliction confront me.

nsb@Job:30:28 @ »I go about mourning without comfort. I stand up in the assembly and cry out for help.

nsb@Job:30:29 @ »I am a brother to jackals and a companion of ostriches.

nsb@Job:30:30 @ »My skin grows black on me and my bones burn with fever.

nsb@Job:30:31 @ »Therefore my harp is turned to mourning, and my flute to the sound of those who weep.