1750 Challoner Revision of the Douay-Rheims (DR)

Job 30

1 Job's honour is turned into extreme contempt. 15 His prosperity into calamity.

 30:1 ¶ But now the younger in time scorn me, whose fathers I would not have set with the dogs of my flock:

 30:2 The strength of whose hands was to me as nothing, and they were thought unworthy of life itself.

 30:3 Barren with want and hunger, who gnawed in the wilderness, disfigured with calamity and misery.

 30:4 And they ate grass, and barks of trees, and the root of junipers was their food.

 30:5 Who snatched up these things out of the valleys, and when they had found any of them, they ran to them with a cry.

 30:6 They dwelt in the desert places of torrents, and in caves of earth, or upon the gravel.

 30:7 They pleased themselves among these kind of things, and counted it delightful to be under the briers.

 30:8 The children of foolish and base men, and not appearing at all upon the earth.

 30:9 Now I am turned into their song, and am become their byword.

 30:10 They abhor me, and flee far from me, and are not afraid to spit in my face.

 30:11 For he hath opened his quiver, and hath afflicted me, and hath put a bridle into my mouth.

 30:12 At the right hand of my rising, my calamities forthwith arose: they have overthrown my feet, and have overwhelmed me with their paths as with waves.

 30:13 They have destroyed my ways, they have lain in wait against me, and they have prevailed, and there was none to help.

 30:14 They have rushed in upon me, as when a wall is broken, and a gate opened, and have rolled themselves down to my miseries.

 30:15 I am brought to nothing: as a wind thou hast taken away my desire: and my prosperity hath passed away like a cloud.

 30:16 And now my soul fadeth within myself, and the days of affliction possess me.

 30:17 In the night my bone is pierced with sorrows: and they that feed upon me, do not sleep.

 30:18 With the multitude of them my garment is consumed, and they have girded me about, as with the collar of my coat.

 30:19 I am compared to dirt, and am likened to embers and ashes.

 30:20 I cry to thee, and thou hearest me not: I stand up, and thou dost not regard me.

 30:21 Thou art changed to be cruel toward me, and in the hardness of thy hand thou art against me.

 30:22 Thou hast lifted me up, and set me as it were upon the wind, and thou hast mightily dashed me.

 30:23 I know that thou wilt deliver me to death, where a house is appointed for every one that liveth.

 30:24 But yet thou stretchest not forth thy hand to their consumption: and if they shall fall down thou wilt save.

 30:25 I wept heretofore for him that was afflicted, and my soul had compassion on the poor.

 30:26 I expected good things, and evils are come upon me: I waited for light, and darkness broke out.

 30:27 My inner parts have boiled without any rest, the days of affliction have prevented me.

 30:28 I went mourning without indignation; I rose up, and cried in the crowd.

 30:29 I was the brother of dragons, and companion of ostriches.

 30:30 My skin is become black upon me, and my bones are dried up with heat.

 30:31 My harp is turned to mourning, and my organ into the voice of those that weep.