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Job Sits Among Ruins with a Broken Harp
by emmanuel_higgins
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Job 30:19
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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.
2
Yea, whereto
might
the strength of their hands
profit
me, in whom old age was perished?
3
For want and famine
they were
solitary; fleeing into the wilderness in former time desolate and waste.
4
Who cut up mallows by the bushes, and juniper roots
for
their meat.
5
They were driven forth from among
men
, (they cried after them as
after
a thief;)
6
To dwell in the clifts of the valleys,
in
caves of the earth, and
in
the rocks.
7
Among the bushes they brayed; under the nettles they were gathered together.
8
They were
children of fools, yea, children of base men: they were viler than the earth.
9
And now am I their song, yea, I am their byword.
10
They abhor me, they flee far from me, and spare not to spit in my face.
11
Because he hath loosed my cord, and afflicted me, they have also let loose the bridle before 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.
13
They mar my path, they set forward my calamity, they have no helper.
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.
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?
26
When I looked for good, then evil came
unto me:
and when I waited for light, there came darkness.
27
My bowels boiled, and rested not: the days of affliction prevented me.
28
I went mourning without the sun: I stood up,
and
I cried in the congregation.
29
I am a brother to dragons, and a companion to owls.
30
My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.
31
My harp also is
turned
to mourning, and my organ into the voice of them that weep.
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