en_udb/18-JOB/30.usfm

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\v 1 "But now, men who are younger than I am make fun of me—
\q2 men whose fathers I greatly despised—
\q2 their fathers, whom I would not even have allowed to help my dogs guard my sheep.
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\v 2 They were men who were old and weak;
\q2 what could I gain from having these men work for me, even when they thought they were strong?
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\v 3 They were very poor and hungry,
\q2 so that they chewed on roots at night
\q2 in dry and desolate places.

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\v 4 They pulled up plants in the desert and ate them;
\q2 they warmed themselves by burning the roots of broom trees.
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\v 5 Everyone shouted at them, "Stop, thief!"
\q2 and drove them from their area.
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\v 6 They were forced to live in riverbeds,
\q2 in holes in the ground, and in the sides of cliffs.

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\v 7 In the bushes they howled like animals because they were hungry,
\q2 and they huddled together under thornbushes.
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\v 8 They were people without good sense,
\q2 whose names no one knows;
\q1 they were driven out from the land where they were born.


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\v 9 Now their children sing songs to make fun of me.
\q2 They tell jokes about me.
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\v 10 They are disgusted with me, and they stay away from me,
\q2 but when they see me, they are happy to spit in my face.
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\v 11 It seems as though God had cut my bowstring and caused me to be unable to defend myself; he has humbled me,
\q2 and my enemies have done to me whatever they wanted.

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\v 12 Gangs of these people attack me and force me to run away;
\q2 they prepare to destroy me.
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\v 13 They prevent me from escaping,
\q2 and there is no one to keep them from attacking me.

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\v 14 It is as though I were a city wall and they had broken through it,
\q2 as though they had come crashing down on me.
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\v 15 I am very terrified;
\q2 my dignity has been blown away by the wind,
\q2 and my prosperity has disappeared as clouds disappear.


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\v 16 Now I am about to die;
\q2 I suffer every day.
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\v 17 My bones ache during the nights,
\q2 and the pain that torments me never stops.

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\v 18 It is as though God had grabbed my clothes
\q2 and choked me by the collar of my coat.
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\v 19 He has thrown me into the mud;
\q2 I am not worth anything more than dust and ashes.

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\v 20 I cry out to you, God, but you do not answer me;
\q2 I stand up and pray, but you do not pay any attention.
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\v 21 You act very cruelly toward me;
\q2 with all of your power you cause me to suffer.

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\v 22 You allow the wind to lift me up and blow me away;
\q2 and you make a violent storm blow me around.
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\v 23 I know that you will cause me to die,
\q2 which is what happens to everyone who is alive.

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\v 24 When people experience disasters,
\q2 they sit on a pile of ruins and cry out for help;
\q2 they certainly cry out for help.
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\v 25 I myself wept for people who were experiencing troubles,
\q2 and I felt sorry for poor people.
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\v 26 However, when I expected good things to happen to me, evil things happened;
\q2 when I waited for light, I experienced darkness instead.

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\v 27 I am very distressed all the time;
\q2 I suffer every day.
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\v 28 I go about very discouraged;
\q2 I stand up and plead for people to help me.
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\v 29 My wailing is as sad as jackals and ostriches in the wilderness.

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\v 30 My skin has become dark and is peeling off,
\q2 and I have a fever which causes my body to feel as though it were burning up with a fever.
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\v 31 Previously, I played joyful music on my harp and with my flute,
\q2 but now I play only the sad music of those who mourn."