Job 30:2
Moreover, the strength of their hands– what use was it to me? Men whose strength had perished;
Moreover, the strength of their hands– what use was it to me? Men whose strength had perished;
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1Job’s Present Misery“But now they mock me, those who are younger than I, whose fathers I disdained too much to put with my sheep dogs.
12On my right the young rabble rise up; they drive me from place to place, and build up siege ramps against me.
13They destroy my path; they succeed in destroying me without anyone assisting them.
11What is my strength, that I should wait? and what is my end, that I should prolong my life?
12Is my strength like that of stones? or is my flesh made of bronze?
13Is not my power to help myself nothing, and has not every resource been driven from me?
9Do not reject me in my old age! When my strength fails, do not abandon me!
10The gray-haired and the aged are on our side, men far older than your father.
11Are God’s consolations too trivial for you; or a word spoken in gentleness to you?
3gaunt with want and hunger, they would roam the parched land, by night a desolate waste.
10For my life nears its end in pain; my years draw to a close as I groan. My strength fails me because of my sin, and my bones become brittle.
2“How you have helped the powerless! How you have saved the person who has no strength!
11My days have passed, my plans are shattered, even the desires of my heart.
23He has taken away my strength in the middle of life; he has cut short my days.
18Even youngsters have scorned me; when I get up, they scoff at me.
21if I have raised my hand to vote against the orphan, when I saw my support in the court,
22then let my arm fall from the shoulder, let my arm be broken off at the socket.
10“I thought,‘In the middle of my life I must walk through the gates of Sheol, I am deprived of the rest of my years.’
4ב(Bet) He has made my mortal skin waste away; he has broken my bones.
7Surely now he has worn me out, you have devastated my entire household.
8You have seized me, and it has become a witness; my leanness has risen up against me and testifies against me.
20Are not my days few? Cease, then, and leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,
7The Wicked Prosper“Why do the wicked go on living, grow old, even increase in power?
18Even when I am old and gray, O God, do not abandon me, until I tell the next generation about your strength, and those coming after me about your power.
30Even youths get tired and weary; even strong young men clumsily stumble.
24The Contrast With the Past“Surely one does not stretch out his hand against a broken man when he cries for help in his distress.
15The roof of my mouth is as dry as a piece of pottery; my tongue sticks to my gums. You set me in the dust of death.
14Why do I put myself in peril, and take my life in my hands?
20He deprives the trusted advisers of speech and takes away the discernment of elders.
5Look, you make my days short-lived, and my life span is nothing from your perspective. Surely all people, even those who seem secure, are nothing but vapor.(Selah)
10My heart beats quickly; my strength leaves me; I can hardly see.
29The glory of young men is their strength, and the splendor of old men is gray hair.
8the young men would see me and step aside, and the old men would get up and remain standing;
15Although I trained and strengthened them, they plot evil against me!
4For they suffer no pain; their bodies are strong and well-fed.
2“O that I could be as I was in the months now gone, in the days when God watched over me,
19Would your wealth sustain you, so that you would not be in distress, even all your mighty efforts?
1My spirit is broken, my days have faded out, the grave awaits me.
12My dwelling place is removed and taken away from me like a shepherd’s tent. I rolled up my life like a weaver rolls cloth; from the loom he cuts me off. You turn day into night and end my life.
22For the years that lie ahead are few, and then I will go on the way of no return.
22He draws near to the place of corruption, and his life to the messengers of death.
4just as I was in my most productive time, when God’s intimate friendship was experienced in my tent,
15where then is my hope? And my hope, who sees it?
19Then I said,“LORD, you give me strength and protect me. You are the one I can run to for safety when I am in trouble. Nations from all over the earth will come to you and say,‘Our ancestors had nothing but false gods– worthless idols that could not help them at all.
25if I have rejoiced because of the extent of my wealth, or because of the great wealth my hand had gained,
15Who is the Almighty, that we should serve him? What would we gain if we were to pray to him?’
16But their prosperity is not their own doing. The counsel of the wicked is far from me!
16I loathe it; I do not want to live forever; leave me alone, for my days are a vapor!
29If you take this one from me too and an accident happens to him, then you will bring down my gray hair in tragedy to the grave.’
21You have become cruel to me; with the strength of your hand you attack me.