1902 Rotherham's Emphasized Bible (EBR)

Job 30

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

 30:1 ¶ But, now, they who are of fewer days than I, have poured derision upon me; whose fathers I refused—to set with the dogs of my flock.

 30:2 Even the strength of their hands, wherefore was it mine? Upon them, vigour was lost;

 30:3 In want and hunger, they were lean,—who used to gnaw the dry ground, a dark night of desolation!

 30:4 Who used to pluck off the mallow by the bushes, with the root of the broom for their food;

 30:5 Out of the midst, were they driven, men shouted after them, as after a thief;

 30:6 In the fissures, of the ravines had they to dwell, in holes of dust and crags;

 30:7 Among the bushes, used they to shriek, Under the bramble, were they huddled together:

 30:8 Sons of the base, yea sons of the nameless, they were scourged out of the land.

 30:9 But, now, their song, have I become, Yea I serve them for a byword;

 30:10 They abhor me—have put themselves far from me, and, from my face, have not withheld—spittle!

 30:11 Because, my girdle, he had loosened and had humbled me, therefore, the bridle—in my presence, cast they off;

 30:12 On my right hand, the young brood rose up,—My feet, they thrust aside, and cast up against me their earthworks of destruction;

 30:13 They brake up my path,—My engulfing ruin, they helped forward, unaided;

 30:14 As through a wide breach, came they on, with a crashing noise, they rolled themselves along.

 30:15 ¶ There are turned upon me terrors,—Chased away as with a wind, is mine abundance, and, as a cloud, hath passed away my prosperity.

 30:16 Now, therefore, over myself, my soul poureth itself out, There seize me days of affliction:

 30:17 Night, boreth, my bones, all over me,—and, my sinews, find no rest;

 30:18 Most effectually, is my skin disfigured,—Like the collar of my tunic, it girdeth me about:

 30:19 He hath cast me into the mire, and I have become like dust and ashes.

 30:20 I cry out for help unto thee, and thou dost not answer, I stand still, and thou dost gaze at me;

 30:21 Thou art turned to become a cruel one unto me, With the might of thy hand, thou assailest me;

 30:22 Thou liftest up me to the wind, thou carriest me away, and the storm maketh me faint;

 30:23 For I know that, unto death, thou wilt bring me back, even unto the house of meeting for every one living.

 30:24 Only, against a heap of ruins, will one not thrust a hand! Surely, when one is in calamity—for that very reason, is there an outcry for help.

 30:25 Verily I wept, for him whose lot was hard, Grieved was my soul, for the needy.

 30:26 Surely, for good, I looked, but there came in evil, And I waited for light, but there came in darkness;

 30:27 I boiled within me, and rested not, There confronted me—days of affliction;

 30:28 In gloom, I walked along, without sun, I arose—in the convocation, I cried out for help;

 30:29 A brother, became I to the brutes that howl, and a companion to the birds that screech:

 30:30 My skin, turned black, and peeled off me, and, my bones, burned with heat:

 30:31 Thus is attuned to mourning—my lyre, and my flute, to the noise of them who weep.