1 "But now those who are younger than I have me in derision, whose fathers I would have disdained to put with my sheep dogs. 2 Of what use is the strength of their hands to me, men in whom ripe age has perished? 3 They are gaunt from lack and famine. They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of waste and desolation. 4 They pluck salt herbs by the bushes. The roots of the broom are their food. 5 They are driven out from the midst of men. They cry after them as after a thief; 6 So that they dwell in frightful valleys, and in holes of the earth and of the rocks. 7 Among the bushes they bray; and under the nettles they are gathered together. 8 They are children of fools, yes, children of base men. They were flogged out of the land. 9 "Now I have become their song. Yes, I am a byword to them. 10 They abhor me, they stand aloof from me, and don't hesitate to spit in my face. 11 For he has untied his cord, and afflicted me; and they have thrown off restraint before me. 12 On my right hand rise the rabble. They thrust aside my feet, They cast up against me their ways of destruction. 13 They mar my path, They set forward my calamity, without anyone's help. 14 As through a wide breach they come, in the midst of the ruin they roll themselves in. 15 Terrors have turned on me. They chase my honor as the wind. My welfare has passed away as a cloud. 16 "Now my soul is poured out within me. Days of affliction have taken hold on me. 17 In the night season my bones are pierced in me, and the pains that gnaw me take no rest. 18 By great force is my garment disfigured. It binds me about as the collar of my coat. 19 He has cast me into the mire. I have become like dust and ashes. 20 I cry to you, and you do not answer me. I stand up, and you gaze at me. 21 You have turned to be cruel to me. With the might of your hand you persecute me. 22 You lift me up to the wind, and drive me with it. You dissolve me in the storm. 23 For I know that you will bring me to death, To the house appointed for all living. 24 "However doesn't one stretch out a hand in his fall? Or in his calamity therefore cry for help? 25 Didn't I weep for him who was in trouble? Wasn't my soul grieved for the needy? 26 When I looked for good, then evil came; When I waited for light, there came darkness. 27 My heart is troubled, and doesn't rest. Days of affliction have come on me. 28 I go mourning without the sun. I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help. 29 I am a brother to jackals, and a companion to ostriches. 30 My skin grows black and peels from me. My bones are burned with heat. 31 Therefore my harp has turned to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of those who weep.
Job proceeds to lament the change of his former condition, and the contempt into which his adversity had brought him, Job 30:1-15. Pathetically describes the afflictions of his body and mind, vv. 16-31.
INTRODUCTION TO JOB 30
Job in this chapter sets forth his then unhappy state and condition, in contrast with his former state of prosperity described in the preceding chapter: things had taken a strange turn, and were just the reverse of what they were before; he that was before in such high esteem and credit with all sorts of men, young and old, high and low, rich and poor, now is had in derision by the meanest and basest of men, whose characters are described, Job 30:1; and the instances of their contempt of him by words and gestures are given, Job 30:9; he who enjoyed so much ease of mind, and health of body, is now filled with distresses of soul, and bodily diseases, Job 30:15; and he who enjoyed so much of the presence of God, and communion with him, and of his love and favour, was now disregarded, and, as he thought, cruelly used by him, who not only had destroyed his substance, but was about to bring him to the grave, Job 30:20; all which came upon him, though he had a sympathizing heart with the poor, and them that were in trouble, and when he expected better things, Job 30:25; and he close the chapter, lamenting his sad and sorrowful circumstances, Job 30:29.
(Job 30:1-14) Job's honour is turned into contempt.
(v. 15-31) Job a burden to himself.
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