Job 30

1Nguni't ngayo'y silang bata kay sa akin ay nagsisitawa sa akin, na ang mga magulang ay di ko ibig na malagay na kasama ng mga aso ng aking kawan. 2Oo, ang kalakasan ng kanilang kamay, sa ano ko mapapakinabangan? Mga taong ang kalusugan ng gulang ay lumipas na. 3Sila'y lata sa pangangailangan at sa kagutom; kanilang nginangata ang tuyong lupa, sa kadiliman ng kasalatan at kapahamakan. 4Sila'y nagsisibunot ng mga malvas sa tabi ng mabababang punong kahoy; at ang mga ugat ng enebro ay siyang kanilang pinakapagkain. 5Sila'y pinalayas mula sa gitna ng mga tao; sila'y sumisigaw sa likuran nila, na gaya ng sa likuran ng isang magnanakaw. 6Upang sila'y magsitahan sa nakatatakot na mga libis, sa mga puwang ng lupa, at ng mga bato. 7Sa gitna ng mabababang punong kahoy ay nagsisiangal; sa ilalim ng mga tinikan ay nangapipisan. 8Mga anak ng mga mangmang, oo, mga anak ng mga walang puring tao; sila'y mga itinapon mula sa lupain. 9At ngayon ay naging kantahin nila ako, Oo, ako'y kasabihan sa kanila. 10Kanilang kinayayamutan ako, nilalayuan nila ako, at hindi sila nagpipigil ng paglura sa aking mukha. 11Sapagka't kinalag niya ang kaniyang panali, at pinighati ako, at kanilang inalis ang paningkaw sa harap ko. 12Sa aking kanan ay tumatayo ang tanga; itinutulak nila ang aking mga paa, at kanilang pinapatag laban sa akin ang kanilang mga paraan ng paghamak. 13Kanilang sinisira ang aking landas, kanilang isinusulong ang aking kapahamakan, mga taong walang tumulong. 14Tila dumarating sila sa isang maluwang na pasukan: sa gitna ng kasiraan ay nagsisigulong sila. 15Mga kakilabutan ay dumadagan sa akin, kanilang tinatangay ang aking karangalan na gaya ng hangin; at ang aking kaginhawahan ay napaparam na parang alapaap. 16At ngayo'y nanglulupaypay ang aking kaluluwa sa loob ko; mga kaarawan ng pagkapighati ay humawak sa akin. 17Sa gabi ay nagaantakan ang aking mga buto, at ang mga antak na nagpapahirap sa akin ay hindi nagpapahinga. 18Sa matinding karahasan ng aking sakit ay nagiging katuwa ang aking suot: tumatali sa akin sa palibot na gaya ng leeg ng aking baro. 19Inihahagis niya ako sa banlik, at ako'y naging parang alabok at mga abo. 20Ako'y dumadaing sa iyo, at hindi mo ako sinasagot: ako'y tumatayo, at minamasdan mo ako. 21Ikaw ay naging mabagsik sa akin: sa pamamagitan ng kapangyarihan ng iyong kamay ay hinahabol mo ako. 22Itinataas mo ako sa hangin, pinasasakay mo ako roon; at tinutunaw mo ako sa bagyo. 23Sapagka't talastas ko na iyong dadalhin ako sa kamatayan, at sa bahay na takda sa lahat na may buhay. 24Gayon man ang isa ay di ba naguunat ng kamay sa kaniyang pagkahulog? O sa kaniyang kasakunaan kung kaya sisigaw ng tulong? 25Hindi ko ba iniyakan yaong nasa kabagabagan? Hindi ba ang aking kaluluwa ay nakikidamay sa mapagkailangan? 26Pagka ako'y humahanap ng mabuti, ang kasamaan nga ang dumarating: at pagka ako'y naghihintay ng liwanag ay kadiliman ang dumarating. 27Ang aking puso'y nababagabag at walang pahinga; mga araw ng kapighatian ay dumating sa akin. 28Ako'y yumayaong tumatangis na walang araw; ako'y tumatayo sa kapulungan at humihinging tulong. 29Ako'y kapatid ng mga chakal, at mga kasama ng mga avestruz. 30Ang aking balat ay maitim, at natutuklap, at ang aking mga buto ay nagpapaltos. 31Kaya't ang aking alpa ay naging panangis, at ang aking flauta ay naging tinig ng umiiyak.

1“But now those who are younger than I have me in derision, whose fathers I would have disdained 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 are their food. 5They are driven out from the midst of men. They cry after them as after a thief; 6So that they dwell in frightful valleys, and in holes of the earth and of the rocks. 7Among the bushes they bray; and under the nettles they are gathered together. 8They are children of fools, yes, children of base 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 up against me their ways of destruction. 13They mar my path, They set forward my calamity, without anyone’s help. 14As through a wide breach they come, in the midst of the ruin they roll themselves in. 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 on me. 17In the night season my bones are pierced in me, and the pains that gnaw me take no rest. 18By great force is my garment disfigured. It binds me about as the collar of my coat. 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, there came darkness. 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.

1Maar nu lachen over mij minderen dan ik van dagen, welker vaderen ik versmaad zou hebben, om bij de honden mijner kudde te stellen. 2Waartoe zou mij ook geweest zijn de krachten hunner handen? Zij was door ouderdom in hen vergaan. 3Die door gebrek en honger eenzaam waren, vliedende naar dorre plaatsen, in het donkere, woeste en verwoeste. 4Die ziltige kruiden plukten bij de struiken, en welker spijze was de wortel der jeneveren. 5Zij werden uit het midden uitgedreven; (men jouwde over hen, als over een dief), 6Opdat zij wonen zouden in de kloven der dalen, de holen des stofs en der steenrotsen. 7Zij schreeuwden tussen de struiken; onder de netelen vergaderden zij zich. 8Zij waren kinderen der dwazen, en kinderen van geen naam; zij waren geslagen uit den lande. 9Maar nu ben ik hun een snarenspel geworden, en ik ben hun tot een klapwoord. 10Zij hebben een gruwel aan mij, zij maken zich verre van mij, ja, zij onthouden het speeksel niet van mijn aangezicht. 11Want Hij heeft mijn zeel losgemaakt, en mij bedrukt; daarom hebben zij den breidel voor mijn aangezicht afgeworpen. 12Ter rechterhand staat de jeugd op, stoten mijn voeten uit, en banen tegen mij hun verderfelijke wegen. 13Zij breken mijn pad af, zij bevorderen mijn ellende; zij hebben geen helper van doen. 14Zij komen aan, als door een wijde breuk; onder de verwoesting rollen zij zich aan. 15Men is met verschrikkingen tegen mij gekeerd; elk een vervolgt als een wind mijn edele ziel, en mijn heil is als een wolk voorbijgegaan. 16Daarom stort zich nu mijn ziel in mij uit; de dagen des druks grijpen mij aan. 17Des nachts doorboort Hij mijn beenderen in mij, en mijn polsaderen rusten niet. 18Door de veelheid der kracht is mijn kleed veranderd; Hij omgordt mij als de kraag mijns roks. 19Hij heeft mij in het slijk geworpen, en ik ben gelijk geworden als stof en as. 20Ik schrei tot U, maar Gij antwoordt mij niet; ik sta, maar Gij acht niet op mij. 21Gij zijt veranderd in een wrede tegen mij; door de sterkte Uwer hand wederstaat Gij mij hatelijk. 22Gij heft mij op in den wind; Gij doet mij daarop rijden, en Gij versmelt mij het wezen. 23Want ik weet, dat Gij mij ter dood brengen zult, en tot het huis der samenkomst aller levenden. 24Maar Hij zal tot een aardhoop de hand niet uitsteken; is er bij henlieden geschrei in zijn verdrukking? 25Weende ik niet over hem, die harde dagen had? Was mijn ziel niet beangst over den nooddruftige? 26Nochtans toen ik het goede verwachtte, zo kwam het kwade; toen ik hoopte naar het licht, zo kwam de donkerheid. 27Mijn ingewand ziedt, en is niet stil; de dagen der verdrukking zijn mij voorgekomen. 28Ik ga zwart daarheen, niet van de zon; opstaande schreeuw ik in de gemeente. 29Ik ben den draken een broeder geworden, en een metgezel der jonge struisen. 30Mijn huid is zwart geworden over mij, en mijn gebeente is ontstoken van dorrigheid. 31Hierom is mijn harp tot een rouwklage geworden, en mijn orgel tot een stem der wenenden.