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Job 30 is part of “Third Cycle of Dialogue” (22–31) in the outline of Job.
Job 30 summary
It is a melancholy "But now" which this chapter begins with. Adversity is here described as much to the life as prosperity was in the foregoing chapter, and the height of that did but increase the depth of this. God sets the one over-against the other, and so did Job, that his afflictions might appear the more grievous, and consequently his case the more pitiable. I. he had lived in great honour, but now he had fallen into disgrace, and was as much vilified, even by the meanest, as ever he had been magnified by the greatest; this he insists much on (Job 30:1-14). II. He had had much inward comfort and delight, but now he was a terror and burden to himself (Job 30:15, Job 30:16) and overwhelmed with sorrow (Job 30:28-31). III. He had long enjoyed a good state of health, but now he was sick and in pain (Job 30:17-18, Job 30:29, Job 30:30). IV. Time was when the secret of God was with him, but now his communication with heaven was cut off (Job 30:20-22). V. He had promised himself a long life, but now he saw death at the door (Job 30:23). One thing he mentions, which aggravated his affliction, that it surprised him when he looked for peace. But two things gave him some relief: - 1. That his troubles would not follow him to the grave (Job 30:24). 2. That his conscience witnessed for him that, in his prosperity, he had sympathized with those that were in misery (Job 30:25).
Source: Matthew Henry, Commentary on the Whole Bible (1706–21; Romans–Revelation completed by Nonconformist ministers). Public domain. Digital text: Free Use Bible API (bible.helloao.org).
1 “But now those who are younger than I have me in derision, whose fathers I considered unworthy to put with my sheep dogs.
2 Of what use is the strength of their hands to me, men in whom ripe age has perished?
3 They are gaunt from lack and famine. They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of waste and desolation.
4 They pluck salt herbs by the bushes. The roots of the broom tree are their food.
5 They are driven out from among men. They cry after them as after a thief,
6 so that they live in frightful valleys, and in holes of the earth and of the rocks.
7 They bray among the bushes. They are gathered together under the nettles.
8 They are children of fools, yes, children of wicked men. They were flogged out of the land.
9 “Now I have become their song. Yes, I am a byword to them.
10 They abhor me, they stand aloof from me, and don’t hesitate to spit in my face.
11 For he has untied his cord, and afflicted me; and they have thrown off restraint before me.
12 On my right hand rise the rabble. They thrust aside my feet. They cast their ways of destruction up against me.
13 They mar my path. They promote my destruction without anyone’s help.
14 As through a wide breach they come. They roll themselves in amid the ruin.
15 Terrors have turned on me. They chase my honor as the wind. My welfare has passed away as a cloud.
16 “Now my soul is poured out within me. Days of affliction have taken hold of me.
17 In the night season my bones are pierced in me, and the pains that gnaw me take no rest.
18 My garment is disfigured by great force. It binds me about as the collar of my tunic.
19 He has cast me into the mire. I have become like dust and ashes.
20 I cry to you, and you do not answer me. I stand up, and you gaze at me.
21 You have turned to be cruel to me. With the might of your hand you persecute me.
22 You lift me up to the wind, and drive me with it. You dissolve me in the storm.
23 For I know that you will bring me to death, to the house appointed for all living.
24 “However doesn’t one stretch out a hand in his fall? Or in his calamity therefore cry for help?
25 Didn’t I weep for him who was in trouble? Wasn’t my soul grieved for the needy?
26 When I looked for good, then evil came. When I waited for light, darkness came.
27 My heart is troubled, and doesn’t rest. Days of affliction have come on me.
28 I go mourning without the sun. I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.
29 I am a brother to jackals, and a companion to ostriches.
30 My skin grows black and peels from me. My bones are burned with heat.
31 Therefore my harp has turned to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of those who weep.