# Job 30 (New King James Version)
Job's Wealth Now Poverty

##### Chapter 30
###### 1 "But now they mock at me, _men_ younger than I,  
Whose fathers I disdained to put with the dogs of my flock.  

###### 2 Indeed, what _profit_ is the strength of their hands to me?  
Their vigor has perished.  

###### 3 _They are_ gaunt from want and famine,  
Fleeing late to the wilderness, desolate and waste,  

###### 4 Who pluck mallow by the bushes,  
And broom tree roots _for_ their food.  

###### 5 They were driven out from among _men,_  
They shouted at them as _at_ a thief.  

###### 6 _They had_ to live in the clefts of the valleys,  
_In_ caves of the earth and the rocks.  

###### 7 Among the bushes they brayed,  
Under the nettles they nestled.  

###### 8 _They were_ sons of fools,  
Yes, sons of vile men;  
They were scourged from the land.

###### 9 "And now I am their taunting song;  
Yes, I am their byword.  

###### 10 They abhor me, they keep far from me;  
They do not hesitate to spit in my face.  

###### 11 Because He has loosed my bowstring and afflicted me,  
They have cast off restraint before me.  

###### 12 At _my_ right _hand_ the rabble arises;  
They push away my feet,  
And they raise against me their ways of destruction.  

###### 13 They break up my path,  
They promote my calamity;  
They have no helper.  

###### 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?  

###### 26 But when I looked for good, evil came _to me;_  
And when I waited for light, then came darkness.  

###### 27 My heart is in turmoil and cannot rest;  
Days of affliction confront me.  

###### 28 I go about mourning, but not in the sun;  
I stand up in the assembly _and_ cry out for help.  

###### 29 I am a brother of jackals,  
And a companion of ostriches.  

###### 30 My skin grows black and falls from me;  
My bones burn with fever.  

###### 31 My harp is _turned_ to mourning,  
And my flute to the voice of those who weep.