Job 30 — NIV vs NIVUK

Verse 1

“But now they mock me,
men younger than I,
whose fathers I would have disdained
to put with my sheep dogs.

‘But now they mock me,
men younger than I,
whose fathers I would have disdained
to put with my sheep dogs.

Verse 2

Of what use was the strength of their hands to me,
since their vigor had gone from them?

Of what use was the strength of their hands to me,
since their vigour had gone from them?

Verse 3

Haggard from want and hunger,
they roamed^[a] the parched land
in desolate wastelands at night.

Verse 4

In the brush they gathered salt herbs,
and their food^[b] was the root of the broom bush.

Verse 5

They were banished from human society,
shouted at as if they were thieves.

Verse 6

They were forced to live in the dry stream beds,
among the rocks and in holes in the ground.

Verse 7

They brayed among the bushes
and huddled in the undergrowth.

Verse 8

A base and nameless brood,
they were driven out of the land.

Verse 9

“And now those young men mock me in song;
I have become a byword among them.

‘And now those young men mock me in song;
I have become a byword among them.

Verse 10

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

Verse 11

Now that God has unstrung my bow and afflicted me,
they throw off restraint in my presence.

Verse 12

On my right the tribe^[c] attacks;
they lay snares for my feet,
they build their siege ramps against me.

Verse 13

They break up my road;
they succeed in destroying me.
‘No one can help him,’ they say.

They break up my road;
they succeed in destroying me.
“No one can help him,” they say.

Verse 14

They advance as through a gaping breach;
amid the ruins they come rolling in.

Verse 15

Terrors overwhelm me;
my dignity is driven away as by the wind,
my safety vanishes like a cloud.

Verse 16

“And now my life ebbs away;
days of suffering grip me.

‘And now my life ebbs away;
days of suffering grip me.

Verse 17

Night pierces my bones;
my gnawing pains never rest.

Verse 18

In his great power God becomes like clothing to me^[d];
he binds me like the neck of my garment.

Verse 19

He throws me into the mud,
and I am reduced to dust and ashes.

Verse 20

“I cry out to you, God, but you do not answer;
I stand up, but you merely look at me.

‘I cry out to you, God, but you do not answer;
I stand up, but you merely look at me.

Verse 21

You turn on me ruthlessly;
with the might of your hand you attack me.

Verse 22

You snatch me up and drive me before the wind;
you toss me about in the storm.

Verse 23

I know you will bring me down to death,
to the place appointed for all the living.

Verse 24

“Surely no one lays a hand on a broken man
when he cries for help in his distress.

‘Surely no one lays a hand on a broken man
when he cries for help in his distress.

Verse 25

Have I not wept for those in trouble?
Has not my soul grieved for the poor?

Verse 26

Yet when I hoped for good, evil came;
when I looked for light, then came darkness.

Verse 27

The churning inside me never stops;
days of suffering confront me.

Verse 28

I go about blackened, but not by the sun;
I stand up in the assembly and cry for help.

Verse 29

I have become a brother of jackals,
a companion of owls.

Verse 30

My skin grows black and peels;
my body burns with fever.

Verse 31

My lyre is tuned to mourning,
and my pipe to the sound of wailing.