Jó 30

1Now those who are younger than I have nothing but mockery for me— 2Indeed, the strength of their fathers' hands, how could it have helped me— 3They were thin from poverty and hunger; 4They plucked saltwort and bushes' leaves; 5They were driven out from among people 6So they had to live in river valleys, 7Among the bushes they brayed like donkeys 8They were the sons of fools, indeed, sons of nameless people! 9But now I have become the subject of their taunting song; 10They abhor me and stand far off from me; 11For God has unstrung the string to my bow and afflicted me, 12Upon my right hand rise the rabble; 13They destroy my path; 14They come against me like an army through a wide hole in a city wall; 15Terrors are turned upon me; 16Now my life is pouring out from within me; 17In the night my bones in me are pierced; 18God's great force has seized my clothing; 19He has thrown me into the mud; 20I cry to you, God, but you do not answer me; 21You have changed and become cruel to me; 22You lift me up to the wind and cause it to drive me along; Some modern versions have you dissolve me in a storm . 23For I know that you will bring me to death, 24However, does no one reach out with his hand to beg for help when he falls? 25Did not I weep for him who was in trouble? 26When I hoped for good, then evil came; 27My heart is troubled and does not rest; 28I have gone about like one who was living in the dark, 29I am a brother to jackals, 30My skin is black and falls away from me;