Brendaonline.com30 But now they that are younger than I have me in derision, whose fathers I would have disdained to have set with the dogs of my flock.
Those that mock me are younger and I would not at one time allowed their fathers to walk my dogs.
2 Yea, whereto might the strength of their hands profit me, in whom old age was perished?
Although they are young they have the strength of old men. They are no help to me at all.
3 For want and famine they were solitary; fleeing into the wilderness in former time desolate and waste.
Those that insult me were fleeing into the unknown because they were themselves lacking what they needed to sustain life.
4 Who cut up mallows by the bushes, and juniper roots for their meat.
They ate whatever they could find.
5 They were driven forth from among men, (they cried after them as after a thief;)
They were unwanted in the neighborhood. People who knew them thought of them as thieves.
6 To dwell in the cliffs of the valleys, in caves of the earth, and in the rocks.
They live in the least likely places.
7 Among the bushes they brayed; under the nettles they were gathered together.
They make noise as a donkey. It is a group of them living in the bushes.
8 They were children of fools, yea, children of base men: they were viler than the earth.
Their fathers lead them on paths that they now follow. A path to a dead end. If the earth is sometimes violent, they are even more violent.
9 And now am I their song, yea, I am their byword.
Now I am their song. The song of those who are looked down upon is now standing above me.
10 They abhor me, they flee far from me, and spare not to spit in my face.
The beggars spit in my face. They do me wrong and run and no one is able to find them. The homeless abhors me.
11 Because he hath loosed my cord, and afflicted me, they have also let loose the bridle before me.
Job blames God. God could prevent this from happening but he refuses to notice me.
12 Upon my right hand rise the youth; they push away my feet, and they raise up against me the ways of their destruction.
The evil children push my feet and treat me like those that taught them to do evil. They also hold down my right hand, the strongest of the two hands I have.
13 They mar my path, they set forward my calamity, they have no helper.
If I am comfortable they discomfort my limited space. They do evil and no one stops them.
14 They came upon me as a wide breaking in of waters: in the desolation they rolled themselves upon me.
They attacked me off guard. I did not see them coming.
15 Terrors are turned upon me: they pursue my soul as the wind: and my welfare passeth away as a cloud.
I am afraid of them. Their appetite is my life. They force themselves against me so fast, I am unable to locate which way they left. All that I had as protection is gone away.
16 And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
I beg God to help me and even he has turned on me. Problems have me as one who is destitute.
17 My bones are pierced in me in the night season: and my sinews take no rest.
My bones hurt within me like the worse type of arthritis. The sinew in which my bones are supported, cannot hold my bones together fast enough.
18 By the great force of my disease is my garment changed: it bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.
I struggle to be still, but I have moved so much my outfit is choking me.
19 He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.
God cast me to nothing. I am walked upon and no one notices me.
20 I cry unto thee, and thou dost not hear me: I stand up, and thou regardest me not.
God has forsaken me.
21 Thou art become cruel to me: with thy strong hand thou opposest thyself against me.
Job speaks as if God has turned on him.
22 Thou liftest me up to the wind; thou causest me to ride upon it, and dissolvest my substance.
Job says God lifts him up to continue the torture.
23 For I know that thou wilt bring me to death, and to the house appointed for all living.
God wants me dead.
24 Howbeit he will not stretch out his hand to the grave, though they cry in his destruction.
If a cry came from the grave, Job stated God will not assist him.
25 Did not I weep for him that was in trouble? was not my soul grieved for the poor?
I helped everybody. I was not prejudiced toward anyone.
26 When I looked for good, then evil came unto me: and when I waited for light, there came darkness.
I am hated by God.
27 My bowels boiled, and rested not: the days of affliction prevented me.
My stomach was constantly in disarray. The time of all I was going through would not allow me to rest.
28 I went mourning without the sun: I stood up, and I cried in the congregation.
At night I mourned. I stood up and cried hoping someone would help me.
29 I am a brother to dragons, and a companion to owls.
People are afraid of dragons and owls are feard in the night, so am I.
30 My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.
My skin is black and my bones are on fire.
31 My harp also is turned to mourning, and my organ into the voice of them that weep.
The instruments I play, play only the blues.
Sing or Say
Job 30
I’ve had better days
Today my feelings are low
My past was my best world
Compared to my life’s blows.
Those I once helped
Now looked down on me
My world is so different
My prayer is incomplete
Why is this happening?
Where are my friends?
What have I done?
When will this all end?
It seems God has forsaken me
The one I adore
Lord my pain is grievous
I can’t take much more
If I lookup
You seem to look away
My God have mercy
Please understand my pain.
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