Job 30

But, now, they who are of fewer days than I, have poured derision upon me; whose fathers I refused—to set with the dogs of my flock.

MAS ahora los más mozos de días que yo, se ríen de mí; cuyos padres yo desdeñara ponerlos con los perros de mi ganado.

But now they that are younger than I have me in derision, whose fathers I would have disdained to have set with the dogs of my flock.

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

Even the strength of their hands, wherefore was it mine? Upon them, vigour was lost;

Porque ¿para qué yo habría menester la fuerza de sus manos, en los cuales había perecido con el tiempo?

Yea, whereto might the strength of their hands profit me, in whom old age was perished?

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

In want and hunger, they were lean,—who used to gnaw the dry ground, a dark night of desolation!

Por causa de la pobreza y del hambre andaban solos; huían á la soledad, á lugar tenebroso, asolado y desierto.

For want and famine they were solitary; fleeing into the wilderness in former time desolate and waste.

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

Who used to pluck off the mallow by the bushes, with the root of the broom for their food;

Que cogían malvas entre los arbustos, y raíces de enebro para calentarse.

Who cut up mallows by the bushes, and juniper roots for their meat.

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

Out of the midst, were they driven, men shouted after them, as after a thief;

Eran echados de entre las gentes, y todos les daban grita como al ladrón.

They were driven forth from among men, (they cried after them as after a thief;)

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

In the fissures, of the ravines had they to dwell, in holes of dust and crags;

Habitaban en las barrancas de los arroyos, en las cavernas de la tierra, y en las rocas.

To dwell in the clifts of the valleys, in caves of the earth, and in the rocks.

so that they live in frightful valleys, and in holes of the earth and of the rocks.

Among the bushes, used they to shriek, Under the bramble, were they huddled together:

Bramaban entre las matas, y se reunían debajo de las espinas.

Among the bushes they brayed; under the nettles they were gathered together.

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

Sons of the base, yea sons of the nameless, they were scourged out of the land.

Hijos de viles, y hombres sin nombre, más bajos que la misma tierra.

They were children of fools, yea, children of base men: they were viler than the earth.

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

But, now, their song, have I become, Yea I serve them for a byword;

Y ahora yo soy su canción, y he sido hecho su refrán.

And now am I their song, yea, I am their byword.

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

They abhor me—have put themselves far from me, and, from my face, have not withheld—spittle!

Abomínanme, aléjanse de mí, y aun de mi rostro no detuvieron su saliva.

They abhor me, they flee far from me, and spare not to spit in my face.

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

Because, my girdle, he had loosened and had humbled me, therefore, the bridle—in my presence, cast they off;

Porque Dios desató mi cuerda, y me afligió, por eso se desenfrenaron delante de mi rostro.

Because he hath loosed my cord, and afflicted me, they have also let loose the bridle before me.

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

On my right hand, the young brood rose up,—My feet, they thrust aside, and cast up against me their earthworks of destruction;

A la mano derecha se levantaron los jóvenes; empujaron mis pies, y sentaron contra mí las vías de su ruina.

Upon my right hand rise the youth; they push away my feet, and they raise up against me the ways of their destruction.

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

They brake up my path,—My engulfing ruin, they helped forward, unaided;

Mi senda desbarataron, aprovecháronse de mi quebrantamiento, contra los cuales no hubo ayudador.

They mar my path, they set forward my calamity, they have no helper.

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

As through a wide breach, came they on, with a crashing noise, they rolled themselves along.

Vinieron como por portillo ancho, revolviéronse á mi calamidad.

They came upon me as a wide breaking in of waters: in the desolation they rolled themselves upon me.

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

There are turned upon me terrors,—Chased away as with a wind, is mine abundance, and, as a cloud, hath passed away my prosperity.

Hanse revuelto turbaciones sobre mí; combatieron como viento mi alma, y mi salud pasó como nube.

Terrors are turned upon me: they pursue my soul as the wind: and my welfare passeth away as a cloud.

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

Now, therefore, over myself, my soul poureth itself out, There seize me days of affliction:

Y ahora mi alma está derramada en mí; días de aflicción me han aprehendido.

And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.

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

Night, boreth, my bones, all over me,—and, my sinews, find no rest;

De noche taladra sobre mí mis huesos, y mis pulsos no reposan.

My bones are pierced in me in the night season: and my sinews take no rest.

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

Most effectually, is my skin disfigured,—Like the collar of my tunic, it girdeth me about:

Con la grande copia de materia mi vestidura está demudada; cíñeme como el cuello de mi túnica.

By the great force of my disease is my garment changed: it bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.

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

He hath cast me into the mire, and I have become like dust and ashes.

Derribóme en el lodo, y soy semejante al polvo y á la ceniza.

He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.

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

I cry out for help unto thee, and thou dost not answer, I stand still, and thou dost gaze at me;

Clamo á ti, y no me oyes; preséntome, y no me atiendes.

I cry unto thee, and thou dost not hear me: I stand up, and thou regardest me not.

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

Thou art turned to become a cruel one unto me, With the might of thy hand, thou assailest me;

Haste tornado cruel para mí: con la fortaleza de tu mano me amenazas.

Thou art become cruel to me: with thy strong hand thou opposest thyself against me.

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

Thou liftest up me to the wind, thou carriest me away, and the storm maketh me faint;

Levantásteme, é hicísteme cabalgar sobre el viento, y disolviste mi sustancia.

Thou liftest me up to the wind; thou causest me to ride upon it, and dissolvest my substance.

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

For I know that, unto death, thou wilt bring me back, even unto the house of meeting for every one living.

Porque yo conozco que me reduces á la muerte; y á la casa determinada á todo viviente.

For I know that thou wilt bring me to death, and to the house appointed for all living.

For I know that you will bring me to death, to the house appointed for all living.

Only, against a heap of ruins, will one not thrust a hand! Surely, when one is in calamity—for that very reason, is there an outcry for help.

Mas él no extenderá la mano contra el sepulcro; ¿clamarán los sepultados cuando él los quebrantare?

Howbeit he will not stretch out his hand to the grave, though they cry in his destruction.

“However doesn’t one stretch out a hand in his fall? Or in his calamity therefore cry for help?

Verily I wept, for him whose lot was hard, Grieved was my soul, for the needy.

¿No lloré yo al afligido? Y mi alma ¿no se entristeció sobre el menesteroso?

Did not I weep for him that was in trouble? was not my soul grieved for the poor?

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

Surely, for good, I looked, but there came in evil, And I waited for light, but there came in darkness;

Cuando esperaba yo el bien, entonces vino el mal; y cuando esperaba luz, la oscuridad vino.

When I looked for good, then evil came unto me: and when I waited for light, there came darkness.

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

I boiled within me, and rested not, There confronted me—days of affliction;

Mis entrañas hierven, y no reposan; días de aflicción me han sobrecogido.

My bowels boiled, and rested not: the days of affliction prevented me.

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

In gloom, I walked along, without sun, I arose—in the convocation, I cried out for help;

Denegrido ando, y no por el sol: levantádome he en la congregación, y clamado.

I went mourning without the sun: I stood up, and I cried in the congregation.

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

A brother, became I to the brutes that howl, and a companion to the birds that screech:

He venido á ser hermano de los dragones, y compañero de los buhos.

I am a brother to dragons, and a companion to owls.

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

My skin, turned black, and peeled off me, and, my bones, burned with heat:

Mi piel está denegrida sobre mí, y mis huesos se secaron con ardentía.

My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.

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

Thus is attuned to mourning—my lyre, and my flute, to the noise of them who weep.

Y hase tornado mi arpa en luto, y mi órgano en voz de lamentadores.

My harp also is turned to mourning, and my organ into the voice of them that weep.

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