1
"But now those who are younger than I have me in derision,whose fathers I would have disdained to put with my
sheep dogs.
+2
Of what use is the strength of their hands to me,men in whom ripe age has perished? +
3
They are gaunt from lack and famine.They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of waste and desolation. +
4
They pluck salt herbs by the bushes.The roots of the broom are their food. +
5
They are driven out from among men.They cry after them as after a thief; +
6
So that they
dwell in frightful valleys,and in holes of the
earth and of the rocks.
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Among the bushes they bray;and under the nettles they are gathered together. +
8
They are children of fools, yes, children of base men.They were flogged out of the land. +
9
"Now I have become their song.Yes, I am a byword to them. +
10
They abhor me, they stand aloof from me,and don't hesitate to spit in my face. +
11
For he has untied his cord, and afflicted me;and they have thrown off restraint before me. +
12
On my right hand rise the rabble.They thrust aside my feet,They cast up against me their ways of destruction. +
13
They mar my path,They set forward my calamity,without anyone's help. +
14
As through a wide
breach they come,in the middle of the ruin they roll themselves in.
+15
Terrors have turned on me.They chase my honor as the wind.My welfare has passed away as a cloud. +
16
"Now my soul is poured out within me.Days of affliction have taken hold on me. +
17
In the night season my bones are pierced in me,and the pains that gnaw me take no rest. +
18
By great force is my garment disfigured.It binds me about as the
collar of my coat.
+19
He has cast me into the mire.I have become like dust and ashes. +
20
I cry to you, and you do not answer me.I stand up, and you gaze at me. +
21
You have turned to be cruel to me.With the might of your hand you persecute me.
22
You lift me up to the wind, and drive me with it.You dissolve me in the storm. +
23
For I know that you will bring me to death,To the
house appointed for all living.
+24
"However doesn't one stretch out a hand in his fall?Or in his calamity therefore cry for help? +
25
Didn't I weep for him who was in trouble?Wasn't my soul grieved for the needy? +
26
When I looked for good, then evil came;When I waited for light, there came darkness. +
27
My
heart is troubled, and doesn't rest.Days of affliction have come on me.
+28
I go mourning without the sun.I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help. +
29
I am a
brother to jackals,and a companion to ostriches.
+30
My skin grows
black and peels from me.My bones are burned with heat.
+31
Therefore my harp has turned to mourning,and my pipe into the voice of those who weep. +
Job 30:1-31.
1. younger--not the three friends (Job 15:10; 32:4, 6, 7). A general description: Job 30:1-8, the lowness of the persons who derided him; Job 30:9-15, the derision itself. Formerly old men rose to me (Job 29:8). Now not only my juniors, who are bound to reverence me (Le 19:32), but even the mean and base-born actually deride me; opposed to, "smiled upon" (Job 29:24). This goes farther than even the "mockery" of Job by relations and friends (Job 12:4; 16:10, 20; 17:2, 6; 19:22). Orientals feel keenly any indignity shown by the young. Job speaks as a rich Arabian emir, proud of his descent.
dogs--regarded with disgust in the East as unclean (1Sa 17:43; Pr 26:11). They are not allowed to enter a house, but run about wild in the open air, living on offal and chance morsels (Ps 59:14, 15). Here again we are reminded of Jesus Christ (Ps 22:16). "Their fathers, my coevals, were so mean and famished that I would not have associated them with (not to say, set them over) my dogs in guarding my flock."