Job 30 v 16–31

2026-09-27 (The True Source of Leadership) · Job 30 v 1–15

16“Now my soul is poured out within me. Days of affliction have taken hold of me.

17In the night season my bones are pierced in me, and the pains that gnaw me take no rest.

18My garment is disfigured by great force. It binds me about as the collar of my tunic.

19He has cast me into the mire. I have become like dust and ashes.

20I cry to you, and you do not answer me. I stand up, and you gaze at me.

21You have turned to be cruel to me. With the might of your hand you persecute me.

22You lift me up to the wind, and drive me with it. You dissolve me in the storm.

23For 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?

25Didn’t I weep for him who was in trouble? Wasn’t my soul grieved for the needy?

26When I looked for good, then evil came. When I waited for light, darkness came.

27My heart is troubled, and doesn’t rest. Days of affliction have come on me.

28I go mourning without the sun. I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.

29I am a brother to jackals, and a companion to ostriches.

30My skin grows black and peels from me. My bones are burned with heat.

31Therefore my harp has turned to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of those who weep.