translation_id: asv-eng-asv

book_id: JOB

book: Job

text: But now they that are younger than I have me in derision, Whose fathers I disdained to set with the dogs of my flock.


text: Yea, the strength of their hands, whereto should it profit me? Men in whom ripe age is perished.


text: They are gaunt with want and famine; They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of wasteness and desolation.


text: They pluck salt-wort by the bushes; And the roots of the broom are their food.


text: They are driven forth from the midst of men; They cry after them as after a thief;


text: So that they dwell in frightful valleys, In holes of the earth and of the rocks.


text: Among the bushes they bray; Under the nettles they are gathered together.


text: They are children of fools, yea, children of base men; They were scourged out of the land.


text: And now I am become their song, Yea, I am a byword unto them.


text: They abhor me, they stand aloof from me, And spare not to spit in my face.


text: For he hath loosed his cord, and afflicted me; And they have cast off the bridle before me.


text: Upon my right hand rise the rabble; They thrust aside my feet, And they cast up against me their ways of destruction.


text: They mar my path, They set forward my calamity, Even men that have no helper.


text: As through a wide breach they come: In the midst of the ruin they roll themselves upon me.


text: Terrors are turned upon me; They chase mine honor as the wind; And my welfare is passed away as a cloud.


text: And now my soul is poured out within me; Days of affliction have taken hold upon me.


text: In the night season my bones are pierced in me, And the pains that gnaw me take no rest.


text: By God's great force is my garment disfigured; It bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.


text: He hath cast me into the mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.


text: I cry unto thee, and thou dost not answer me: I stand up, and thou gazest at me.


text: Thou art turned to be cruel to me; With the might of thy hand thou persecutest me.


text: Thou liftest me up to the wind, thou causest me to ride upon it; And thou dissolvest me in the storm.


text: For I know that thou wilt bring me to death, And to the house appointed for all living.


text: Howbeit doth not one stretch out the hand in his fall? Or in his calamity therefore cry for help?


text: Did not I weep for him that was in trouble? Was not my soul grieved for the needy?


text: When I looked for good, then evil came; And when I waited for light, there came darkness.


text: My heart is troubled, and resteth not; Days of affliction are come upon me.


text: I go mourning without the sun: I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.


text: I am a brother to jackals, And a companion to ostriches.


text: My skin is black, and falleth from me, And my bones are burned with heat.


text: Therefore is my harp turned to mourning, And my pipe into the voice of them that weep.