| 30:1 | Job's Wealth Now Poverty "But now they mock at me, men younger than I, Whose fathers I disdained to put with the dogs of my flock. |
| 30:2 | Indeed, what profit is the strength of their hands to me? Their vigor has perished. |
| 30:3 | They are gaunt from want and famine, Fleeing late to the wilderness, desolate and waste, |
| 30:4 | Who pluck mallow by the bushes, And broom tree roots for their food. |
| 30:5 | They were driven out from among men, They shouted at them as at a thief. |
| 30:6 | They had to live in the clefts of the valleys, In caves of the earth and the rocks. |
| 30:7 | Among the bushes they brayed, Under the nettles they nestled. |
| 30:8 | They were sons of fools, Yes, sons of vile men; They were scourged from the land. |
| 30:9 | And now I am their taunting song; Yes, I am their byword. |
| 30:10 | They abhor me, they keep far from me; They do not hesitate to spit in my face. |
| 30:11 | Because He has loosed my bowstring and afflicted me, They have cast off restraint before me. |
| 30:12 | At my right hand the rabble arises; They push away my feet, And they raise against me their ways of destruction. |
| 30:13 | They break up my path, They promote my calamity; They have no helper. |
| 30:14 | They come as broad breakers; Under the ruinous storm they roll along. |
| 30:15 | Terrors are turned upon me; They pursue my honor as the wind, And my prosperity has passed like a cloud. |
| 30:16 | And now my soul is poured out because of my plight; The days of affliction take hold of me. |
| 30:17 | My bones are pierced in me at night, And my gnawing pains take no rest. |
| 30:18 | By great force my garment is disfigured; It binds me about as the collar of my coat. |
| 30:19 | He has cast me into the mire, And I have become like dust and ashes. |
| 30:20 | I cry out to You, but You do not answer me; I stand up, and You regard me. |
| 30:21 | But You have become cruel to me; With the strength of Your hand You oppose me. |
| 30:22 | You lift me up to the wind and cause me to ride on it; You spoil my success. |
| 30:23 | For I know that You will bring me to death, And to the house appointed for all living. |
| 30:24 | Surely He would not stretch out His hand against a heap of ruins, If they cry out when He destroys it. |
| 30:25 | Have I not wept for him who was in trouble? Has not my soul grieved for the poor? |
| 30:26 | But when I looked for good, evil came to me; And when I waited for light, then came darkness. |
| 30:27 | My heart is in turmoil and cannot rest; Days of affliction confront me. |
| 30:28 | I go about mourning, but not in the sun; I stand up in the assembly and cry out for help. |
| 30:29 | I am a brother of jackals, And a companion of ostriches. |
| 30:30 | My skin grows black and falls from me; My bones burn with fever. |
| 30:31 | My harp is turned to mourning, And my flute to the voice of those who weep. |