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Job

Chapter 30

Job’s Honor Turned to Contempt and Job’s Prosperity Becomes Calamity

Job now sets his former honor against his present humiliation: the very kinds of people once beneath notice now mock and hound him, and his place in the world has collapsed into ridicule. The chapter then turns inward and upward as he describes relentless physical pain, unanswered cries to God, and a life whose music has been transformed from joy into mourning.

This chapter is the dark counterpart to Job 29. Where the previous chapter remembered ordered blessing, public esteem, and usefulness, this one exposes the inversion of all of it, making clear that Job's suffering is social, bodily, and theological at once.

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Job 30

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vv. 1-14

Job’s Honor Turned to Contempt

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1But now they mock me, 2What use to me was the strength of their hands, 3Gaunt from poverty and hunger, 4They plucked mallow among the shrubs, 5They were banished from among men, 6so that they lived on the slopes of the wadis, 7They cried out among the shrubs 8A senseless and nameless brood,

9And now they mock me in song; 10They abhor me and keep far from me; 11Because God has unstrung my bow and afflicted me, 12The rabble arises at my right; 13They tear up my path; 14They advance as through a wide breach;

vv. 15-31

Job’s Prosperity Becomes Calamity

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T15errors are turned loose against me; 16And now my soul is poured out within me; 17Night pierces my bones, 18With great force He grasps my garment; 19He throws me into the mud, 20I cry out to You for help, but You do not answer; 21You have ruthlessly turned on me; 22You snatch me up into the wind 23Yes, I know that You will bring me down to death,

24Yet no one stretches out his hand against a ruined man 25Have I not wept for those in trouble? 26But when I hoped for good, evil came; 27I am churning within and cannot rest; 28I go about blackened, but not by the sun. 29I have become a brother of jackals, 30My skin grows black and peels, 31My harp is tuned to mourning