Job 30:8-31 The sons of the foolish one, also the sons of no name: they were beaten from the land.

JuliaSmith⁽ⁱ⁾ ⁸ The sons of the foolish one, also the sons of no name: they were beaten from the land. ⁹ And now I was their song, and I to them for a by word. ¹⁰ They abhorred me, they removed far from me, and withheld not spittle from my face. ¹¹ Because he loosed his cord and he will afflict me, and they cast off the bridle from before me. ¹² Upon the right the brood will rise up; they cast away my feet, and they will cast up the paths of their destruction against me. ¹³ They tore up my beaten path, they helped for my fall, no help to them. ¹⁴ They will come as a wide breach under a destroying tempest, they rolled themselves. ¹⁵ Terror turned upon me, it will pursue my willingness as the wind, and my salvation passed away as a cloud. ¹⁶ And now my soul shall be poured out upon me; and the days of affliction will hold me fast ¹⁷ The night my bones pierced from above me, and my gnawers will not lie down. ¹⁸ By the multitude of power my clothing will be disguised: it will gird me about as the mouth of my coat ¹⁹ He cast me to the clay; I shall become like as dust and ashes. ²⁰ I shall cry to thee and thou wilt not answer me: I stood up and thou wilt not attend to me. ²¹ Thou wilt turn to be cruel to me: with the strength of thy hand thou wilt lie in wait for me. ²² Thou wilt lift me up to the wind; thou wilt cause me to ride, and thou wilt melt to me counsel. ²³ For I knew thou wilt turn me back to death, and the house appointed to all living. ²⁴ But prayer is nothing; he will send forth the hand, if in his calamity to them a cry for help. ²⁵ If I wept not for him being hard of day: my soul was grieved for the needy. ²⁶ For I hoped for good and evil will come: and I shall wait for light and darkness will come. ²⁷ My bowels boiled, and were not silent: the days of affliction anticipated me. ²⁸ I went darkened without warmth: I rose up, I shall cry in the convocation. ²⁹ I was a brother to jackals, and a companion to the daughters of the ostrich. ³⁰ My skin was black from above me, and my bones burnt from heat ³¹ And my harp will be for mourning, and my pipe for the voice of those weeping.