Job Chapter 30 - Bible in Basic English

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But now those who are younger than I make sport of me; those whose fathers I would not have put with the dogs of my flocks.
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Of what use is the strength of their hands to me? all force is gone from them.
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They are wasted for need of food, biting the dry earth; their only hope of life is in the waste land.
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They are pulling off the salt leaves from the brushwood, and making a meal of roots.
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They are sent out from among their townsmen, men are crying after them as thieves
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They have to get a resting-place in the hollows of the valleys, in holes of the earth and rocks.
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They make noises like asses among the brushwood; they get together under the thorns.
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They are sons of shame, and of men without a name, who have been forced out of the land.
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And now I have become their song, and I am a word of shame to them.
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I am disgusting to them; they keep away from me, and put marks of shame on me.
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For he has made loose the cord of my bow, and put me to shame; he has sent down my flag to the earth before me.
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The lines of his men of war put themselves in order, and make high their ways of destruction against me:
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They have made waste my roads, with a view to my destruction; his bowmen come round about me;
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As through a wide broken place in the wall they come on, I am overturned by the shock of their attack.
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Fears have come on me; my hope is gone like the wind, and my well-being like a cloud.
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But now my soul is turned to water in me, days of trouble overtake me:
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The flesh is gone from my bones, and they give me no rest; there is no end to my pains.
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With great force he takes a grip of my clothing, pulling me by the neck of my coat.
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Truly God has made me low, even to the earth, and I have become like dust.
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You give no answer to my cry, and take no note of my prayer.
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You have become cruel to me; the strength of your hand is hard on me.
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Lifting me up, you make me go on the wings of the wind; I am broken up by the storm.
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For I am certain that you will send me back to death, and to the meeting-place ordered for all living.
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Has not my hand been stretched out in help to the poor? have I not been a saviour to him in his trouble?
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Have I not been weeping for the crushed? and was not my soul sad for him who was in need?
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For I was looking for good, and evil came; I was waiting for light, and it became dark.
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My feelings are strongly moved, and give me no rest; days of trouble have overtaken me.
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I go about in dark clothing, uncomforted; I get up in the public place, crying out for help.
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I have become a brother to the jackals, and go about in the company of ostriches.
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My skin is black and dropping off me; and my bones are burning with the heat of my disease.
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And my music has been turned to sorrow, and the sound of my pipe into the noise of weeping.
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