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Job - ch 30 v 1 - 20
- But now those who are younger than I make sport of me; those whose fathers I would not have put with the dogs of my flocks.
- Of what use is the strength of their hands to me? all force is gone from them.
- They are wasted for need of food, biting the dry earth; their only hope of life is in the waste land.
- They are pulling off the salt leaves from the brushwood, and making a meal of roots.
- They are sent out from among their townsmen, men are crying after them as thieves
- They have to get a resting-place in the hollows of the valleys, in holes of the earth and rocks.
- They make noises like asses among the brushwood; they get together under the thorns.
- They are sons of shame, and of men without a name, who have been forced out of the land.
- And now I have become their song, and I am a word of shame to them.
- I am disgusting to them; they keep away from me, and put marks of shame on me.
- For he has made loose the cord of my bow, and put me to shame; he has sent down my flag to the earth before me.
- The lines of his men of war put themselves in order, and make high their ways of destruction against me:
- They have made waste my roads, with a view to my destruction; his bowmen come round about me;
- As through a wide broken place in the wall they come on, I am overturned by the shock of their attack.
- Fears have come on me; my hope is gone like the wind, and my well-being like a cloud.
- But now my soul is turned to water in me, days of trouble overtake me:
- The flesh is gone from my bones, and they give me no rest; there is no end to my pains.
- With great force he takes a grip of my clothing, pulling me by the neck of my coat.
- Truly God has made me low, even to the earth, and I have become like dust.
- You give no answer to my cry, and take no note of my prayer.
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