Job 30:2-31 - ESV - What could I gain from the strength of their ha...

2 What could I gain from the strength of their hands, ¹men whose ²vigor is gone?

3 Through want and hard hunger they ³gnaw ⁴the dry ground by night in ⁵waste and desolation;

4 they pick saltwort and the leaves of bushes, and the roots of the broom tree for their food.^a

5 ⁶They are driven out from human company; they shout after them as after a thief.

6 In the gullies of the torrents they must dwell, in holes of the earth and of ⁷the rocks.

7 Among the bushes they ⁸bray; under ⁹the nettles they huddle together.

8 A senseless, a nameless brood, they have been whipped out of the land.

9 "And now I have become their ¹⁰song; I am ¹¹a byword to them.

10 They ¹²abhor me; they keep aloof from me; they do not hesitate to ¹³spit at the sight of me.

11 Because God has loosed my cord and humbled me, they have cast off restraint^b in my presence.

12 On my ¹⁴right hand the rabble rise; they push away my feet; they ¹⁵cast up against me their ways of destruction.

13 They break up my path; they promote my ¹⁶calamity; they need no one to help them.

14 As through a wide ¹⁷breach they come; amid the crash they roll on.

15 ¹⁸Terrors are turned upon me; my honor is pursued as by the wind, and my prosperity has passed away like ¹⁹a cloud.

16 "And now my soul is ²⁰poured out within me; days of affliction have taken hold of me.

17 ²¹The night ²²racks my bones, and the pain that ²³gnaws me takes no rest.

18 With great force my garment is ²⁴disfigured; it binds me about like the collar of my tunic.

19 God^c has cast me into the mire, and I have become like ²⁵dust and ashes.

20 I cry to you for help and you do not answer me; I stand, and you only look at me.

21 You have ²⁶turned cruel to me; with the might of your hand you ²⁷persecute me.

22 ²⁸You lift me up on the wind; you make me ride on it, and you toss me about in the roar of the storm.

23 ²⁹For I know that you will bring me to death and to the house appointed for ³⁰all living.

24 "Yet does not one in a ³¹heap of ruins stretch out his hand, and in his disaster cry for help?^d

25 Did not I ³²weep for him whose day was hard? Was not my soul grieved for the needy?

26 But ³³when I hoped for good, evil came, and when I waited for light, ³⁴darkness came.

27 My inward parts are in turmoil and never still; days of affliction ³⁵come to meet me.

28 I ³⁶go about darkened, but not by the sun; I stand up in ³⁷the assembly and cry for help.

29 I am a brother of ³⁸jackals and a companion of ³⁹ostriches.

30 My ⁴⁰skin turns black and falls from me, and my ⁴¹bones burn with heat.

31 My ⁴²lyre is ⁴³turned to mourning, and my ⁴⁴pipe to the voice of those who weep.

Jó 30:2 Pois de que me serviria a força das suas mãos, homens nos quais já pereceu o vigor?

Job 30:2 Yea, whereto might the strength of their hands profit me, in whom old age was perished?

Job 30:2 Indeed, what profit is the strength of their hands to me? Their vigor has perished.

Jó 30:2 De que me serviria a força de suas mãos,já que desapareceu o seu vigor?

Job 30:2-31 ESV