Job 30:9-31

New International Version

⁹ “And now those young men mock me^(A) in song;^(B)
    I have become a byword^(C) among them.
¹⁰ They detest me^(D) and keep their distance;
    they do not hesitate to spit in my face.^(E)
11 Now that God has unstrung my bow^(F) and afflicted me,^(G)
    they throw off restraint^(H) in my presence.
¹² On my right^(I) the tribe^[a] attacks;
    they lay snares^(J) for my feet,^(K)
    they build their siege ramps against me.^(L)
13 They break up my road;^(M)
    they succeed in destroying me.^(N)
    ‘No one can help him,’ they say.
¹⁴ They advance as through a gaping breach;^(O)
    amid the ruins they come rolling in.
¹⁵ Terrors^(P) overwhelm me;^(Q)
    my dignity is driven away as by the wind,
    my safety vanishes like a cloud.^(R)

¹⁶ “And now my life ebbs away;^(S)
    days of suffering grip me.^(T)
17 Night pierces my bones;
    my gnawing pains never rest.^(U)
18 In his great power^(V) God becomes like clothing to me^[b];
    he binds me like the neck of my garment.
¹⁹ He throws me into the mud,^(W)
    and I am reduced to dust and ashes.^(X)

²⁰ “I cry out to you,^(Y) God, but you do not answer;^(Z)
    I stand up, but you merely look at me.
²¹ You turn on me ruthlessly;^(AA)
    with the might of your hand^(AB) you attack me.^(AC)
22 You snatch me up and drive me before the wind;^(AD)
    you toss me about in the storm.^(AE)
23 I know you will bring me down to death,^(AF)
    to the place appointed for all the living.^(AG)

²⁴ “Surely no one lays a hand on a broken man^(AH)
    when he cries for help in his distress.^(AI)
25 Have I not wept for those in trouble?^(AJ)
    Has not my soul grieved for the poor?^(AK)
26 Yet when I hoped for good, evil came;
    when I looked for light, then came darkness.^(AL)
27 The churning inside me never stops;^(AM)
    days of suffering confront me.^(AN)
28 I go about blackened,^(AO) but not by the sun;
    I stand up in the assembly and cry for help.^(AP)
29 I have become a brother of jackals,^(AQ)
    a companion of owls.^(AR)
30 My skin grows black^(AS) and peels;^(AT)
    my body burns with fever.^(AU)
31 My lyre is tuned to mourning,^(AV)
    and my pipe^(AW) to the sound of wailing.