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Job 30:14-25
New American Standard Bible
Chapter 30
14
As
through
a wide gap they come,
Amid the storm they roll on.
15
Sudden terrors are turned upon me;
They chase
away
my dignity like the wind,
And my prosperity has passed away like a cloud.
16
'And now my soul is poured out within me;
Days of misery have seized me.
17
At night it pierces my bones within me,
And my gnawing
pains
do not rest.
18
By a great force my garment is distorted;
It ties me up like the collar of my coat.
19
He has thrown me into the mire,
And I have become like dust and ashes.
20
I cry out to You for help, but You do not answer me;
I stand up, and You turn Your attention against me.
21
You have become cruel to me;
With the strength of Your hand You persecute me.
22
You lift me up to the wind
and
make me ride
it;
And You dissolve me in a storm.
23
For I know that You will bring me to death,
And to the house of meeting for all living.
24
'Yet does one in a heap of ruins not reach out
with his
hand,
Or in his disaster does he not cry out for help?
25
Have I not wept for the one whose life is hard?
Was my soul not grieved for the needy?
King James Version
Chapter 30
14
They came upon me as a wide breaking in of waters: in the desolation they rolled themselves upon me.
15
Terrors are turned upon me: they pursue my soul as the wind: and my welfare passeth away as a cloud.
16
And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
17
My bones are pierced in me in the night season: and my sinews take no rest.
18
By the great force of my disease is my garment changed: it bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.
19
He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.
20
I cry unto thee, and thou dost not hear me: I stand up, and thou regardest me not.
21
Thou art become cruel to me: with thy strong hand thou opposest thyself against me.
22
Thou liftest me up to the wind; thou causest me to ride upon it, and dissolvest my substance.
23
For I know that thou wilt bring me to death, and to the house appointed for all living.
24
Howbeit he will not stretch out his hand to the grave, though they cry in his destruction.
25
Did not I weep for him that was in trouble? was not my soul grieved for the poor?
Christian Standard Bible
Chapter 30
14
They advance as through a gaping breach;
they keep rolling in through the ruins.
15
Terrors are turned loose against me;
they chase my dignity away like the wind,
and my prosperity has passed by like a cloud.
16
Now my life is poured out before me,
and days of suffering have seized me.
17
Night pierces my bones,
but my gnawing pains never rest.
18
My clothing is distorted with great force;
he chokes me by the neck of my garment.
19
He throws me into the mud,
and I have become like dust and ashes.
20
I cry out to you for help, but you do not answer me;
when I stand up, you merely look at me.
21
You have turned against me with cruelty;
you harass me with your strong hand.
22
You lift me up on the wind and make me ride it;
you scatter me in the storm.
23
Yes, I know that you will lead me to death—
the place appointed for all who live.
24
Yet no one would stretch out his hand
against a ruined person
when he cries out to him for help
because of his distress.
25
Have I not wept for those who have fallen on hard times?
Has my soul not grieved for the needy?
New Living Translation
Chapter 30
14
They come at me from all directions.
They jump on me when I am down.
15
I live in terror now.
My honor has blown away in the wind,
and my prosperity has vanished like a cloud.
16
'And now my life seeps away.
Depression haunts my days.
17
At night my bones are filled with pain,
which gnaws at me relentlessly.
18
With a strong hand, God grabs my shirt.
He grips me by the collar of my coat.
19
He has thrown me into the mud.
I’m nothing more than dust and ashes.
20
'I cry to you, O God, but you don’t answer.
I stand before you, but you don’t even look.
21
You have become cruel toward me.
You use your power to persecute me.
22
You throw me into the whirlwind
and destroy me in the storm.
23
And I know you are sending me to my death —
the destination of all who live.
24
'Surely no one would turn against the needy
when they cry for help in their trouble.
25
Did I not weep for those in trouble?
Was I not deeply grieved for the needy?
English Standard Version
Chapter 30
14
As through a wide breach they come;
amid the crash they roll on.
15
Terrors are turned upon me;
my honor is pursued as by the wind,
and my prosperity has passed away like a cloud.
16
"And now my soul is poured out within me;
days of affliction have taken hold of me.
17
The night racks my bones,
and the pain that gnaws me takes no rest.
18
With great force my garment is disfigured;
it binds me about like the collar of my tunic.
19
God has cast me into the mire,
and I have become like dust and ashes.
20
I cry to you for help and you do not answer me;
I stand, and you only look at me.
21
You have turned cruel to me;
with the might of your hand you persecute me.
22
You lift me up on the wind; you make me ride on it,
and you toss me about in the roar of the storm.
23
For I know that you will bring me to death
and to the house appointed for all living.
24
"Yet does not one in a heap of ruins stretch out his hand,
and in his disaster cry for help?
25
Did not I weep for him whose day was hard?
Was not my soul grieved for the needy?
New International Version
Chapter 30
14
They advance as through a gaping breach;
amid the ruins they come rolling in.
15
Terrors overwhelm me;
my dignity is driven away as by the wind,
my safety vanishes like a cloud.
16
"And now my life ebbs away;
days of suffering grip me.
17
Night pierces my bones;
my gnawing pains never rest.
18
In his great power God becomes like clothing to me ;
he binds me like the neck of my garment.
19
He throws me into the mud,
and I am reduced to dust and ashes.
20
"I cry out to you, God, but you do not answer;
I stand up, but you merely look at me.
21
You turn on me ruthlessly;
with the might of your hand you attack me.
22
You snatch me up and drive me before the wind;
you toss me about in the storm.
23
I know you will bring me down to death,
to the place appointed for all the living.
24
"Surely no one lays a hand on a broken man
when he cries for help in his distress.
25
Have I not wept for those in trouble?
Has not my soul grieved for the poor?
New King James Version
Chapter 30
14
They come as broad breakers;
Under the ruinous storm they roll along.
15
Terrors are turned upon me;
They pursue my honor as the wind,
And my prosperity has passed like a cloud.
16
“And now my soul is poured out because of my
plight;
The days of affliction take hold of me.
17
My bones are pierced in me at night,
And my gnawing pains take no rest.
18
By great force my garment is disfigured;
It binds me about as the collar of my coat.
19
He has cast me into the mire,
And I have become like dust and ashes.
20
“I cry out to You, but You do not answer me;
I stand up, and You regard me.
21
But
You have become cruel to me;
With the strength of Your hand You oppose me.
22
You lift me up to the wind and cause me to ride
on it;
You spoil my success.
23
For I know
that
You will bring me
to
death,
And
to
the house appointed for all living.
24
“Surely He would not stretch out
His
hand against a heap of ruins,
If they cry out when He destroys
it.
25
Have I not wept for him who was in trouble?
Has
not
my soul grieved for the poor?
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