Job 30
Job’s Present State Is Humiliating
Whose fathers I refused to put with the sheepdogs of my flock.
Vigor had perished from them.
They gnaw the dry and barren ground by night in [the gloom of] waste and desolation.
And their food is the root of the broom shrub.
They shout after them as after a thief.
And in holes in the ground and in rocks.
Beneath the prickly scrub they gather and huddle together.
They have been driven out of the land.
Yes, I am a byword and a laughingstock to them.
And do not refrain from spitting in my face.
They have cast off the bridle [of restraint] before me.
They push my feet away, and they build up their ways of destruction against me [like an advancing army].
They profit from my destruction;
No one restrains them.
Amid the crash [of falling walls] they roll on [over me].
They chase away my honor and reputation like the wind,
And my prosperity has passed away like a cloud.
The days of affliction have seized me.
And the pains that gnaw me take no rest.
It binds about me [choking me] like the collar of my coat.
And I have become [worthless] like dust and ashes.
I stand up, but You [only] gaze [indifferently] at me.
With the might of Your hand You [keep me alive only to] persecute me.
And You toss me about in the tempest and dissolve me in the storm.
And to the house of meeting [appointed] for all the living.
Or in his disaster [will he not] therefore cry out for help?
Was not my heart grieved for the needy?
And when I waited for light, then came darkness.
Days of affliction come to meet me.
I stand up in the assembly and cry out for help.
And a companion to ostriches [which scream dismally].
And my bones are burned with fever.
And my flute for the [sound of the] voices of those who weep.