New World Translation of the Holy Scriptures (nwt, en_US, 2013)

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Job, 30

1 “Now they laugh at me —Men younger than I am, Whose fathers I would have refused To put with the dogs that guarded my flock.

2 Of what use was the power of their hands to me? Their vigor has perished.

3 They are worn out from want and hunger; They gnaw at the parched ground That was already ruined and desolated.

4 They gather the salt herb from the bushes; Their food is the root of broom trees.

5 They are driven out of the community; People shout at them as they would at a thief.

6 They live on the slopes of ravines,*1 In holes in the ground and in the rocks.

  1. Or “wadis.”

7 From the bushes they cry out And huddle together among the nettles.

8 As sons of the senseless and the nameless ones, They have been driven*1 out of the land.

  1. Lit., “scourged.”

9 But now they mock me even in their songs; I have become an object of scorn*1 to them.

  1. Lit., “a proverb; a byword.”

10 They detest me and keep their distance from me; They do not hesitate to spit in my face.

11 Because God has disarmed me*1 and humbled me, They throw off all restraint*2 in my presence.

  1. Lit., “loosened my bowstring.”

  2. Or “They cast off the bridle.”

12 On my right they rise up like a mob; They put me to flight And put up barriers of destruction in my path.

13 They tear up my roadways And make my calamity worse, Without anyone to stop them.*1

  1. Or possibly, “Without anyone helping them.”

14 They come as if through a wide breach in the wall; They roll in amid the devastation.

15 Terror overwhelms me; My dignity is driven away like the wind, And my salvation vanishes like a cloud.

16 Now my life*1 ebbs from me; Days of affliction take hold of me.

  1. Or “soul.”

17 Aching pierces my bones*1 at night; The gnawing pain never stops.

  1. Lit., “My bones are bored through.”

18 With great force my garment is disfigured;*1 Like the collar of my garment, it chokes me.

  1. Or possibly, “The severity of my affliction disfigures me.”

19 God has thrown me down into the mud; I am reduced to dust and ashes.

20 I cry to you for help, but you do not answer me; I stand up, but you just look at me.

21 You have cruelly turned against me; With the full might of your hand, you assault me.

22 You pick me up and carry me off with the wind; Then you toss me about in the storm.*1

  1. Or possibly, “dissolve me with a crash.”

23 For I know that you will bring me down to death, To the house where everyone living will meet.

24 But no one would strike at a broken man*1 As he cries for help during his time of disaster.

  1. Lit., “a heap of ruins.”

25 Have I not wept for those who have fallen on hard times?*1 Have I*2 not grieved for the poor?

  1. Or “who are having a hard day?”

  2. Or “Has my soul.”

26 Although I hoped for good, bad came; I expected the light, but darkness came.

27 The churning inside me did not stop; Days of affliction confronted me.

28 I walk about gloomy; there is no sunlight. In the assembly, I rise and cry for help.

29 I have become a brother to jackals And a companion to the daughters of the ostrich.

30 My skin has blackened and fallen off; My bones burn from the heat.*1

  1. Or possibly, “fever.”

31 My harp is used only for mourning, And my flute*1 for the sound of weeping.

  1. Or “pipe.”

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