Job 29-30
Darby Translation
29 And Job continued his parable and said,
2 Oh that I were as in months past, as in the days when +God preserved me;
3 When his lamp shone over my head, [and] by his light I walked through darkness;
4 As I was in the days of my youth, when the secret counsel of +God was over my tent,
5 When the Almighty was yet with me, my young men round about me;
6 When my steps were bathed in milk, and the rock poured out beside me rivers of oil! …
7 When I went out to the gate by the city, when I prepared my seat on the broadway,
8 The young men saw me, and hid themselves; and the aged arose [and] stood up;
9 Princes refrained from talking, and laid the hand on their mouth;
10 The voice of the nobles was hushed, and their tongue cleaved to their palate.
11 When the ear heard [me], then it blessed me, and when the eye saw [me], it gave witness to me;
12 For I delivered the afflicted that cried, and the fatherless who had no helper.
13 The blessing of him that was perishing came upon me, and I caused the widow's heart to sing for joy.
14 I put on righteousness, and it clothed me; my justice was as a mantle and a turban.
15 I was eyes to the blind, and feet was I to the lame;
16 I was a father to the needy, and the cause which I knew not I searched out;
17 And I broke the jaws of the unrighteous, and plucked the spoil out of his teeth.
18 And I said, I shall die in my nest, and multiply my days as the sand;
19 My root shall be spread out to the waters, and the dew will lie all night on my branch;
20 My glory shall be fresh in me, and my bow be renewed in my hand.
21 Unto me they listened, and waited, and kept silence for my counsel:
22 After my words they spoke not again, and my speech dropped upon them;
23 And they waited for me as for the rain, and they opened their mouth wide as for the latter rain.
24 [If] I laughed on them, they believed [it] not; and they troubled not the serenity of my countenance.
25 I chose their way, and sat as chief, and dwelt as a king in the army, as one that comforteth mourners.
30 But now they that are younger than I have me in derision, whose fathers I would have disdained to set with the dogs of my flock.
2 Yea, whereto [should] the strength of their hands [profit] me, [men] in whom vigour hath perished?
3 Withered up through want and hunger, they flee into waste places long since desolate and desert:
4 They gather the salt-wort among the bushes, and the roots of the broom for their food.
5 They are driven forth from among [men]—they cry after them as after a thief—
6 To dwell in gloomy gorges, in caves of the earth and the rocks:
7 They bray among the bushes; under the brambles they are gathered together:
8 Sons of fools, and sons of nameless sires, they are driven out of the land.
9 And now I am their song, yea, I am their byword.
10 They abhor me, they stand aloof from me, yea, they spare not to spit in my face.
11 For he hath loosed my cord and afflicted me; so they cast off the bridle before me.
12 At [my] right hand rise the young brood; they push away my feet, and raise up against me their pernicious ways;
13 They mar my path, they set forward my calamity, without any to help them;
14 They come in as through a wide breach: amid the confusion they roll themselves onward.
15 Terrors are turned against me; they pursue mine honour as the wind; and my welfare is passed away like a cloud.
16 And now my soul is poured out in me; days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
17 The night pierceth through my bones [and detacheth them] from me, and my gnawing pains take no rest:
18 By their great force they have become my raiment; they bind me about as the collar of my coat.
19 He hath cast me into the mire, and I have become like dust and ashes.
20 I cry unto thee, and thou answerest me not; I stand up, and thou lookest at me.
21 Thou art changed to a cruel one to me; with the strength of thy hand thou pursuest me.
22 Thou liftest me up to the wind; thou causest me to be borne away, and dissolvest my substance.
23 For I know that thou wilt bring me to death, and into the house of assemblage for all living.
24 Indeed, no prayer [availeth] when he stretcheth out [his] hand: though they cry when he destroyeth.
25 Did not I weep for him whose days were hard? was not my soul grieved for the needy?
26 For I expected good, and there came evil; and I waited for light, but there came darkness.
27 My bowels well up, and rest not; days of affliction have confronted me.
28 I go about blackened, but not by the sun; I stand up, I cry in the congregation.
29 I am become a brother to jackals, and a companion of ostriches.
30 My skin is become black [and falleth] off me, and my bones are parched with heat.
31 My harp also is [turned] to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of weepers.
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