Job 30:8-31

Job 30:8-31

[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  [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  [17] My bones  are pierced  in me in the night season:  and my sinews  take no rest.  [18] force  of my disease is my garment  changed:  it bindeth me about  as the collar  of my coat.  [19] 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  [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  [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.