Job 约伯记30

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30"But now they mock me, men younger than I, whose fathers I would have disdained¹ to put with my sheep dogs.
2Of what use was the strength of their hands to me, since their vigor² had gone from them?
3Haggard from want and hunger, they roamed the parched³ land in desolate⁴ wastelands at night.
4In the brush they gathered salt herbs, and their food was the root of the broom tree.
5They were banished⁵ from their fellow men, shouted at as if they were thieves.
6They were forced to live in the dry stream beds, among the rocks and in holes in the ground.
7They brayed⁶ among the bushes and huddled⁷ in the undergrowth.
8A base and nameless brood, they were driven out of the land.
9"And now their sons mock me in song; I have become a byword among them.
10They detest⁸ me and keep their distance; they do not hesitate to spit in my face.
11Now that God has unstrung my bow and afflicted⁹ me, they throw off restraint in my presence.
12On my right the tribe attacks; they lay snares¹⁰ for my feet, they build their siege ramps¹¹ against me.
13They break up my road; they succeed in destroying me- without anyone's helping¹² them.
14They advance as through a gaping¹³ breach¹⁴; amid the ruins they come rolling in.
15Terrors overwhelm me; my dignity is driven away as by the wind, my safety vanishes like a cloud.
16"And now my life ebbs¹⁵ away; days of suffering grip me.
17Night pierces my bones; my gnawing¹⁶ pains never rest.
18In his great power God becomes like clothing to me ; he binds¹⁷ me like the neck of my garment.
19He throws me into the mud, and I am reduced to dust and ashes.
20"I cry out to you, O God, but you do not answer; I stand up, but you merely look at me.
21You turn on me ruthlessly; with the might of your hand you attack me.
22You snatch me up and drive me before the wind; you toss me about in the storm.
23I know you will bring me down to death, to the place appointed for all the living.
24"Surely no one lays a hand on a broken man when he cries for help in his distress¹⁸.
25Have I not wept for those in trouble? Has not my soul grieved for the poor?
26Yet when I hoped for good, evil came; when I looked for light, then came darkness.
27The churning inside me never stops; days of suffering confront me.
28I go about blackened, but not by the sun; I stand up in the assembly and cry for help.
29I have become a brother of jackals, a companion of owls¹⁹.
30My skin grows black and peels; my body burns with fever.
31My harp²⁰ is tuned²¹ to mourning, and my flute²² to the sound of wailing²³.