1898 Young's Literal Translation (YLT)

Job 30

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

 30:1 ¶ And now, laughed at me, Have the younger in days than I, Whose fathers I have loathed to set With the dogs of my flock.

 30:2 Also—the power of their hands, why [is it] to me? On them hath old age perished.

 30:3 With want and with famine gloomy, Those fleeing to a dry place, Formerly a desolation and waste,

 30:4 Those cropping mallows near a shrub, And broom-roots [is] their food.

 30:5 From the midst they are cast out, (They shout against them as a thief),

 30:6 In a frightful place of valleys to dwell, Holes of earth and clefts.

 30:7 Among shrubs they do groan, Under nettles they are gathered together.

 30:8 Sons of folly—even sons without name, They have been smitten from the land.

 30:9 And now, their song I have been, And I am to them for a byword.

 30:10 They have abominated me, They have kept far from me, And from before me have not spared to spit.

 30:11 Because His cord He loosed and afflicteth me, And the bridle from before me, They have cast away.

 30:12 On the right hand doth a brood arise, My feet they have cast away, And they raise up against me, Their paths of calamity.

 30:13 They have broken down my path, By my calamity they profit, 'He hath no helper.'

 30:14 As a wide breach they come, Under the desolation have rolled themselves.

 30:15 He hath turned against me terrors, It pursueth as the wind mine abundance, And as a thick cloud, Hath my safety passed away.

 30:16 And now, in me my soul poureth itself out, Seize me do days of affliction.

 30:17 At night my bone hath been pierced in me, And mine eyelids do not lie down.

 30:18 By the abundance of power, Is my clothing changed, As the mouth of my coat it doth gird me.

 30:19 Casting me into mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.

 30:20 I cry unto Thee, And Thou dost not answer me, I have stood, and Thou dost consider me.

 30:21 Thou art turned to be fierce to me, With the strength of Thy hand, Thou oppressest me.

 30:22 Thou dost lift me up, On the wind Thou dost cause me to ride, And Thou meltest—Thou levellest me.

 30:23 For I have known To death Thou dost bring me back, And [to] the house appointed for all living.

 30:24 Surely not against the heap Doth He send forth the hand, Though in its ruin they have safety.

 30:25 Did not I weep for him whose day is hard? Grieved hath my soul for the needy.

 30:26 When good I expected, then cometh evil, And I wait for light, and darkness cometh.

 30:27 My bowels have boiled, and have not ceased, Gone before me have days of affliction.

 30:28 Mourning I have gone without the sun, I have risen, in an assembly I cry.

 30:29 A brother I have been to dragons, And a companion to daughters of the ostrich.

 30:30 My skin hath been black upon me, And my bone hath burned from heat,

 30:31 And my harp doth become mourning, And my organ the sound of weeping.