book_id: JOB

book: Job

text: 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.


text: Yea, whereto might the strength of their hands profit me, in whom old age was perished?


text: For want and famine they were solitary; fleeing into the wilderness in former time desolate and waste.


text: Who cut up mallows by the bushes, and juniper roots for their meat.


text: They were driven forth from among men, (they cried after them as after a thief;)


text: To dwell in the clifts of the valleys, in caves of the earth, and in the rocks.


text: Among the bushes they brayed; under the nettles they were gathered together.


text: They were children of fools, yea, children of base men: they were viler than the earth.


text: And now am I their song, yea, I am their byword.


text: They abhor me, they flee far from me, and spare not to spit in my face.


text: Because he hath loosed my cord, and afflicted me, they have also let loose the bridle before me.


text: Upon my right hand rise the youth; they push away my feet, and they raise up against me the ways of their destruction.


text: They mar my path, they set forward my calamity, they have no helper.


text: They came upon me as a wide breaking in of waters: in the desolation they rolled themselves upon me.


text: Terrors are turned upon me: they pursue my soul as the wind: and my welfare passeth away as a cloud.


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


text: My bones are pierced in me in the night season: and my sinews take no rest.


text: By the great force of my disease is my garment changed: 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 hear me: I stand up, and thou regardest me not.


text: Thou art become cruel to me: with thy strong hand thou opposest thyself against me.


text: Thou liftest me up to the wind; thou causest me to ride upon it, and dissolvest my substance.


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


text: Howbeit he will not stretch out his hand to the grave, though they cry in his destruction.


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


text: When I looked for good, then evil came unto me: and when I waited for light, there came darkness.


text: My bowels boiled, and rested not: the days of affliction prevented me.


text: I went mourning without the sun: I stood up, and I cried in the congregation.


text: I am a brother to dragons, and a companion to owls.


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


text: My harp also is turned to mourning, and my organ into the voice of them that weep.