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The Book of Job

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- Chapter 30 -

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Bvt now they that are yonger then I, mocke me: yea, they whose fathers I haue refused to set with the dogges of my flockes.
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For whereto shoulde the strength of their handes haue serued mee, seeing age perished in them?
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For pouertie and famine they were solitary, fleeing into the wildernes, which is darke, desolate and waste.
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They cut vp nettels by the bushes, and the iuniper rootes was their meate.
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They were chased forth from among men: they shouted at them, as at a theefe.
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Therfore they dwelt in the clefts of riuers, in the holes of the earth and rockes.
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They roared among the bushes, and vnder the thistles they gathered themselues.
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They were the children of fooles and the children of villaines, which were more vile then the earth.
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And now am I their song, and I am their talke.
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They abhorre me, and flee farre from mee, and spare not to spit in my face.
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Because that God hath loosed my corde and humbled mee, they haue loosed the bridle before me.
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The youth rise vp at my right hand: they haue pusht my feete, and haue trode on me as on the paths of their destruction.
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They haue destroyed my paths: they tooke pleasure at my calamitie, they had none helpe.
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They came as a great breach of waters, and vnder this calamitie they come on heapes.
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Feare is turned vpon mee: and they pursue my soule as the winde, and mine health passeth away as a cloude.
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Therefore my soule is nowe powred out vpon me, and the dayes of affliction haue taken holde on me.
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It pearceth my bones in the night, and my sinewes take no rest.
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For the great vehemencie is my garment changed, which compasseth me about as the colar of my coate.
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He hath cast me into the myre, and I am become like ashes and dust.
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Whe I cry vnto thee, thou doest not heare me, neither regardest me, when I stand vp.
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Thou turnest thy selfe cruelly against me, and art enemie vnto mee with the strength of thine hand.
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Thou takest me vp and causest mee to ride vpon the winde, and makest my strength to faile.
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Surely I knowe that thou wilt bring mee to death, and to the house appoynted for all the liuing.
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Doubtles none can stretch his hand vnto the graue, though they cry in his destruction.
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Did not I weepe with him that was in trouble? was not my soule in heauinesse for the poore?
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Yet when I looked for good, euill came vnto me: and when I waited for light, there came darkenesse.
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My bowels did boyle without rest: for the dayes of affliction are come vpon me.
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I went mourning without sunne: I stood vp in the congregation and cryed.
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I am a brother to the dragons, and a companion to the ostriches.
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My skinne is blacke vpon me, and my bones are burnt with heate.
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Therefore mine harpe is turned to mourning, and mine organs into the voyce of them that weepe.
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“But now those who are younger than I have me in derision, whose fathers I considered unworthy to put with my sheep dogs.
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Of what use is the strength of their hands to me, men in whom ripe age has perished?
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They are gaunt from lack and famine. They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of waste and desolation.
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They pluck salt herbs by the bushes. The roots of the broom tree are their food.
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They are driven out from among men. They cry after them as after a thief,
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so that they live in frightful valleys, and in holes of the earth and of the rocks.
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They bray among the bushes. They are gathered together under the nettles.
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They are children of fools, yes, children of wicked men. They were flogged out of the land.
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“Now I have become their song. Yes, I am a byword to them.
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They abhor me, they stand aloof from me, and don’t hesitate to spit in my face.
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For he has untied his cord, and afflicted me; and they have thrown off restraint before me.
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On my right hand rise the rabble. They thrust aside my feet. They cast their ways of destruction up against me.
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They mar my path. They promote my destruction without anyone’s help.
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As through a wide breach they come. They roll themselves in amid the ruin.
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Terrors have turned on me. They chase my honor as the wind. My welfare has passed away as a cloud.
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“Now my soul is poured out within me. Days of affliction have taken hold of me.
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In the night season my bones are pierced in me, and the pains that gnaw me take no rest.
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My garment is disfigured by great force. It binds me about as the collar of my tunic.
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He has cast me into the mire. I have become like dust and ashes.
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I cry to you, and you do not answer me. I stand up, and you gaze at me.
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You have turned to be cruel to me. With the might of your hand you persecute me.
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You lift me up to the wind, and drive me with it. You dissolve me in the storm.
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For I know that you will bring me to death, to the house appointed for all living.
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“However doesn’t one stretch out a hand in his fall? Or in his calamity therefore cry for help?
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Didn’t I weep for him who was in trouble? Wasn’t my soul grieved for the needy?
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When I looked for good, then evil came. When I waited for light, darkness came.
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My heart is troubled, and doesn’t rest. Days of affliction have come on me.
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I go mourning without the sun. I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.
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I am a brother to jackals, and a companion to ostriches.
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My skin grows black and peels from me. My bones are burned with heat.
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Therefore my harp has turned to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of those who weep.
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