Job Chapter 30
So now these younger folks are straight up roasting me, like I wouldn’t let their pops hang with my pups.
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. {younger...: Heb. of fewer days than I}
For real though, what's the use of their strength when getting old is just a whole vibe lost?
Yea, whereto {might} the strength of their hands {profit} me, in whom old age was perished?
They were struggling solo, wandering into the wilderness like it was a deserted town from back in the day.
For want and famine {they were} solitary; fleeing into the wilderness in former time desolate and waste. {solitary: or, dark as the night} {in...: Heb. yesternight}
Out here grinding, they were gathering mallows near the bushes and hunting for juniper roots to eat.
Who cut up mallows by the bushes, and juniper roots {for} their meat.
They got straight-up exiled by everyone, like they were criminals or something; that’s wild.
They were driven forth from among {men}, (they cried after them as {after} a thief;)
Living it up in the cliffs and caves of valleys like total recluses.
To dwell in the clifts of the valleys, {in} caves of the earth, and {in} the rocks. {caves: Heb. holes}
Making all this noise among the bushes; huddled under the nettles like a whole crew.
Among the bushes they brayed; under the nettles they were gathered together.
They were straight-up offspring of fools, just basic; lower than dirt, no cap.
{They were} children of fools, yea, children of base men: they were viler than the earth. {base...: Heb. men of no name}
And now I’m their whole mood, like I’m just the punchline in their jokes.
And now am I their song, yea, I am their byword.
They can’t deal with me; they bounce off, and don’t even hold back from throwing shade at me.
They abhor me, they flee far from me, and spare not to spit in my face. {and...: Heb. and withhold not spittle from}
They let go of my vibe and came for me; now they’re just acting wild.
Because he hath loosed my cord, and afflicted me, they have also let loose the bridle before me.
From my right, the young homies are flexing; tripping me up and dissing my path.
Upon {my} right {hand} rise the youth; they push away my feet, and they raise up against me the ways of their destruction.
They’re messing up my flow, setting me up to fail, and here I am with no backup.
They mar my path, they set forward my calamity, they have no helper.
They hit me like a tidal wave, rolling in with all this madness.
They came {upon me} as a wide breaking in {of waters}: in the desolation they rolled themselves {upon me}.
Fear is hitting hard; they chase my spirit like it's nothing, and my good vibes vanish like smoke.
Terrors are turned upon me: they pursue my soul as the wind: and my welfare passeth away as a cloud. {my soul: Heb. my principal one}
Now my soul is just depleted; these tough days are gripping me tight.
And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
My bones are aching all night long, and my muscles are saying, “No chill.”
My bones are pierced in me in the night season: and my sinews take no rest.
My fit is changing from this sickness; it’s wrapping around me like a vice grip.
By the great force {of my disease} is my garment changed: it bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.
He tossed me in the mud, and now I’m just dust and ashes, no cap.
He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.
I’m calling out to you, but it feels like you’re ghosting me; I rise up, and you’re just not vibing with me.
I cry unto thee, and thou dost not hear me: I stand up, and thou regardest me {not}.
You’re kinda savage to me, flexing hard against me with your strong energy.
Thou art become cruel to me: with thy strong hand thou opposest thyself against me. {become...: Heb. turned to be cruel} {thy...: Heb. the strength of thy hand}
You’re lifting me up like I’m on a wind ride, and my whole vibe is just fading away.
Thou liftest me up to the wind; thou causest me to ride {upon it}, and dissolvest my substance. {substance: or, wisdom}
I know you’re gonna guide me to the end, to that place where everyone ends up, no cap.
For I know {that} thou wilt bring me {to} death, and {to} the house appointed for all living.
But He won’t reach out to death, even if they’re crying out in their downfall.
Howbeit he will not stretch out {his} hand to the grave, though they cry in his destruction. {grave: Heb. heap}
Didn’t I lowkey shed tears for those in pain? My soul was genuinely hurting for the needy, fr.
Did not I weep for him that was in trouble? was {not} my soul grieved for the poor? {in trouble: Heb. hard of day?}
When I was seeking good vibes, bad energy hit me; when I waited for the light, darkness rolled in.
When I looked for good, then evil came {unto me}: and when I waited for light, there came darkness.
My insides were boiling, no chill: the tough days were just hitting me hard.
My bowels boiled, and rested not: the days of affliction prevented me.
I was out here mourning with no sun: I stood up and cried out loud, periodt.
I went mourning without the sun: I stood up, {and} I cried in the congregation.
I’m like a bro to dragons, and hanging with owls, no cap.
I am a brother to dragons, and a companion to owls. {owls: or, ostriches}
My skin's looking all dark, and my bones feel like they’re on fire.
My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.
My harp's giving off major sad energy, and my organ's just echoing the feels of all the crybabies.
My harp also is {turned} to mourning, and my organ into the voice of them that weep.