Job 30
Zürcher Bibel 1931
1Jetzt aber spotten meiner, / die jünger sind als ich an Jahren, / deren Väter ich nicht wert gehalten, / sie zu meinen Herdenhunden zu gesellen. /
2Auch die Stärke ihrer Hände - was sollte sie mir, / da ihnen die Vollkraft versagt ist? /
3Durch Mangel und durch Hunger ausgedörrt, / benagen sie die Steppe und die Wüstenei. /
4Sie pflücken ab die Melde am Gesträuch, / und ihre Speise ist die Ginsterwurzel. /
5Aus der Gemeinde werden sie vertrieben, / man schreit über sie wie über den Dieb. /
6In schaurigen Schluchten müssen sie hausen, / in Erdlöchern und Felsenhöhlen. /
7Sie schreien zwischen dem Gesträuche, / unter Nesseln tun sie sich zusammen, /
8verruchte, namenlose Brut, / aus dem Lande hinausgepeitscht. /
9Und nun bin ich ihr Spottlied, / bin ihnen zum Gerede geworden. / (a) Hio 17:6; Ps 69:13; Kla 3:14
10Mit Abscheu weichen sie von mir / und speien mir ins Angesicht. /
11Weil Er meine Sehne gelöst und mich gedemütigt, / lassen sie vor mir die Zügel schiessen. /
12Zur Rechten erhebt sich die Brut / und bahnt wider mich den Weg ihres Verderbens. /
13Meinen Pfad haben sie aufgerissen, / sie helfen zu meinem Verderben, / und niemand hält sie auf. /
14Wie durch eine weite Bresche kommen sie, / und unter Trümmern wälzen sie sich heran. /
15Schrecknisse kehren sich wider mich; / verjagt wie vom Winde ist meine Würde, / und entschwunden ist mein Heil wie eine Wolke. /
16Und nun ergiesst sich in mir meine Seele, / Tage des Elends packen mich an. /
17Die Nacht bohrt an meinem Gebein, / und meine Nager ruhen nimmer. / (1) d.h. Schmerzen.
18Durch Allgewalt entstellt sich mein Gewand, / gleich meinem Hemde umschliesst es mich. /
19Er hat mich in den Kot geworfen; / wie Staub und Asche bin ich geworden. /
20Ich schreie zu dir, doch du erhörst mich nicht; / ich stehe (vor dir), und du achtest nicht mein. / (a) Hio 19:7
21Du wandelst dich mir zum grausamen Feinde; / mit gewaltiger Hand befehdest du mich, / (a) Hio 16:9; 19:11; 30:10
22hebst auf den Sturm mich, / lässest mich dahinfahren, / lässest mich zergehen ohne Rettung. /
23Ja, ich weiss: dem Tode willst du mich zuführen, / dem Haus, wo alles Lebende sich einstellt. /
24Doch streckt nicht ein Versinkender die Hand aus? / und schreit er nicht bei seinem Untergang? /
25Oder weint nicht der, der schwere Zeiten hat? / ist nicht in der Seele bekümmert der Arme? /
26Denn Gutes erhoffte ich, und Böses kam; / ich harrte auf Licht, und es kam Finsternis. /
27Meine Eingeweide wallen und ruhen nicht; / Tage des Elends nahmen mich auf. /
28Geschwärzt geh' ich einher, nicht von der Sonne, / ich stand auf in der Gemeinde und schrie. /
29Ein Bruder der Schakale bin ich geworden / und ein Genoss der Strausse. /
30Meine Haut fällt schwarz von mir, / und mein Gebein ist verdorrt vor Hitze. / (a) Ps 102:4; Kla 4:8
31Zum Trauerlied ward mir die Laute, / zu lautem Weinen die Schalmei.
Reina-Valera 1909
1MAS ahora los más mozos de días que yo, se ríen de mí; cuyos padres yo desdeñara ponerlos con los perros de mi ganado.
2Porque ¿para qué yo habría menester la fuerza de sus manos, en los cuales había perecido con el tiempo?
3Por causa de la pobreza y del hambre andaban solos; huían á la soledad, á lugar tenebroso, asolado y desierto.
4Que cogían malvas entre los arbustos, y raíces de enebro para calentarse.
5Eran echados de entre las gentes, y todos les daban grita como al ladrón.
6Habitaban en las barrancas de los arroyos, en las cavernas de la tierra, y en las rocas.
7Bramaban entre las matas, y se reunían debajo de las espinas.
8Hijos de viles, y hombres sin nombre, más bajos que la misma tierra.
9Y ahora yo soy su canción, y he sido hecho su refrán.
10Abomínanme, aléjanse de mí, y aun de mi rostro no detuvieron su saliva.
11Porque Dios desató mi cuerda, y me afligió, por eso se desenfrenaron delante de mi rostro.
12A la mano derecha se levantaron los jóvenes; empujaron mis pies, y sentaron contra mí las vías de su ruina.
13Mi senda desbarataron, aprovecháronse de mi quebrantamiento, contra los cuales no hubo ayudador.
14Vinieron como por portillo ancho, revolviéronse á mi calamidad.
15Hanse revuelto turbaciones sobre mí; combatieron como viento mi alma, y mi salud pasó como nube.
16Y ahora mi alma está derramada en mí; días de aflicción me han aprehendido.
17De noche taladra sobre mí mis huesos, y mis pulsos no reposan.
18Con la grande copia de materia mi vestidura está demudada; cíñeme como el cuello de mi túnica.
19Derribóme en el lodo, y soy semejante al polvo y á la ceniza.
20Clamo á ti, y no me oyes; preséntome, y no me atiendes.
21Haste tornado cruel para mí: con la fortaleza de tu mano me amenazas.
22Levantásteme, é hicísteme cabalgar sobre el viento, y disolviste mi sustancia.
23Porque yo conozco que me reduces á la muerte; y á la casa determinada á todo viviente.
24Mas él no extenderá la mano contra el sepulcro; ¿clamarán los sepultados cuando él los quebrantare?
25¿No lloré yo al afligido? Y mi alma ¿no se entristeció sobre el menesteroso?
26Cuando esperaba yo el bien, entonces vino el mal; y cuando esperaba luz, la oscuridad vino.
27Mis entrañas hierven, y no reposan; días de aflicción me han sobrecogido.
28Denegrido ando, y no por el sol: levantádome he en la congregación, y clamado.
29He venido á ser hermano de los dragones, y compañero de los buhos.
30Mi piel está denegrida sobre mí, y mis huesos se secaron con ardentía.
31Y hase tornado mi arpa en luto, y mi órgano en voz de lamentadores.
King James Version
1But 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.
2Yea, whereto might the strength of their hands profit me, in whom old age was perished?
3For want and famine they were solitary; fleeing into the wilderness in former time desolate and waste.
4Who cut up mallows by the bushes, and juniper roots for their meat.
5They were driven forth from among men, (they cried after them as after a thief;)
6To dwell in the clifts of the valleys, in caves of the earth, and in the rocks.
7Among the bushes they brayed; under the nettles they were gathered together.
8They were children of fools, yea, children of base men: they were viler than the earth.
9And now am I their song, yea, I am their byword.
10They abhor me, they flee far from me, and spare not to spit in my face.
11Because he hath loosed my cord, and afflicted me, they have also let loose the bridle before me.
12Upon my right hand rise the youth; they push away my feet, and they raise up against me the ways of their destruction.
13They mar my path, they set forward my calamity, they have no helper.
14They came upon me as a wide breaking in of waters: in the desolation they rolled themselves upon me.
15Terrors are turned upon me: they pursue my soul as the wind: and my welfare passeth away as a cloud.
16And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
17My bones are pierced in me in the night season: and my sinews take no rest.
18By the great force of my disease is my garment changed: it bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.
19He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.
20I cry unto thee, and thou dost not hear me: I stand up, and thou regardest me not.
21Thou art become cruel to me: with thy strong hand thou opposest thyself against me.
22Thou liftest me up to the wind; thou causest me to ride upon it, and dissolvest my substance.
23For I know that thou wilt bring me to death, and to the house appointed for all living.
24Howbeit he will not stretch out his hand to the grave, though they cry in his destruction.
25Did not I weep for him that was in trouble? was not my soul grieved for the poor?
26When I looked for good, then evil came unto me: and when I waited for light, there came darkness.
27My bowels boiled, and rested not: the days of affliction prevented me.
28I went mourning without the sun: I stood up, and I cried in the congregation.
29I am a brother to dragons, and a companion to owls.
30My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.
31My harp also is turned to mourning, and my organ into the voice of them that weep.
World English Bible
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 live 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 their ways of destruction up against me.
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.
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.