Job 30 v 1–15

2026-09-26 (Unexpected Opportunities)

1“But now those who are younger than I have me in derision, whose fathers I considered unworthy to put with my sheep dogs.

2Of what use is the strength of their hands to me, men in whom ripe age has perished?

3They are gaunt from lack and famine. They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of waste and desolation.

4They pluck salt herbs by the bushes. The roots of the broom tree are their food.

5They are driven out from among men. They cry after them as after a thief;

6So that they dwell in frightful valleys, and in holes of the earth and of the rocks.

7They bray among the bushes. They are gathered together under the nettles .

8They are children of fools, yes, children of wicked men. They were flogged out of the land.

9“Now I have become their song. Yes, I am a byword to them.

10They abhor me, they stand aloof from me, and don’t hesitate to spit in my face.

11For he has untied his cord, and afflicted me; and they have thrown off restraint before me.

12On my right hand rise the rabble. They thrust aside my feet, They cast up against me their ways of destruction.

13They mar my path. They promote my destruction without anyone’s help.

14As through a wide breach they come. They roll themselves in amid the ruin.

15Terrors have turned on me. They chase my honor as the wind. My welfare has passed away as a cloud.