Job 30, sung word for word in more than 20 music styles, with the words on screen. Free. Choose a style and a voice to play it.
1 -“But now they mock me, men younger than I am, whose fathers I would have refused to entrust with my sheep dogs.
2 -What use to me was the strength of their hands, since their vigor had left them?
3 -Gaunt from poverty and hunger, they gnawed the dry land, and the desolate wasteland by night.
4 -They plucked mallow among the shrubs, and the roots of the broom tree were their food.
5 -They were banished from among men, shouted down like thieves,
6 -so that they lived on the slopes of the wadis, among the rocks and in holes in the ground.
7 -They cried out among the shrubs and huddled beneath the nettles.
8 -A senseless and nameless brood, they were driven off the land.
9 -And now they mock me in song; I have become a byword among them.
10 -They abhor me and keep far from me; they do not hesitate to spit in my face.
11 -Because God has unstrung my bow and afflicted me, they have cast off restraint in my presence.
12 -The rabble arises at my right; they lay snares for my feet and build siege ramps against me.
13 -They tear up my path; they profit from my destruction, with no one to restrain them.
14 -They advance as through a wide breach; through the ruins they keep rolling in.
15 -Terrors are turned loose against me; they drive away my dignity as by the wind, and my prosperity has passed like a cloud.
16 -And now my soul is poured out within me; days of affliction grip me.
17 -Night pierces my bones, and my gnawing pains never rest.
18 -With great force He grasps my garment; He seizes me by the collar of my tunic.
19 -He throws me into the mud, and I have become like dust and ashes.
20 -I cry out to You for help, but You do not answer; when I stand up, You merely look at me.
21 -You have ruthlessly turned on me; You oppose me with Your strong hand.
22 -You snatch me up into the wind and drive me before it; You toss me about in the storm.
23 -Yes, I know that You will bring me down to death, to the place appointed for all the living.
24 -Yet no one stretches out his hand to a ruined man when he cries for help in his distress.
25 -Have I not wept for those in trouble? Has my soul not grieved for the needy?
26 -But when I hoped for good, evil came; when I looked for light, darkness fell.
27 -I am churning within and cannot rest; days of affliction confront me.
28 -I go about blackened, but not by the sun. I stand up in the assembly and cry for help.
29 -I have become a brother of jackals, a companion of ostriches.
30 -My skin grows black and peels, and my bones burn with fever.
31 -My harp is tuned to mourning and my flute to the sound of weeping.
(Berean Standard Bible)
