Job 30:21–24

21 You turn on me ruthlessly;

with the might of your hand you attack me.

22 You snatch me up and drive me before the wind;

you toss me about in the storm.

23 I know you will bring me down to death,

to the place appointed for all the living.

24 “Surely no one lays a hand on a broken man

when he cries for help in his distress.

21 Thou art become cruel to me:

With thy strong hand thou opposest thyself against me.

22 Thou liftest me up to the wind; thou causest me to ride upon it,

And dissolvest my substance.

23 For I know that thou wilt bring me to death,

And to the house appointed for all living.

24 Howbeit he will not stretch out his hand to the grave,

Though they cry in his destruction.

21 You have become cruel toward me.

You use your power to persecute me.

22 You throw me into the whirlwind

and destroy me in the storm.

23 And I know you are sending me to my death—

the destination of all who live.

24 “Surely no one would turn against the needy

when they cry for help in their trouble.

21 But You have become cruel to me;

With the strength of Your hand You oppose me.

22 You lift me up to the wind and cause me to ride on it;

You spoil my success.

23 For I know that You will bring me to death,

And to the house appointed for all living.

24 “Surely He would not stretch out His hand against a heap of ruins,

If they cry out when He destroys it.

21 You have turned on me without mercy;

with your powerful hand you attacked me.

22 You snatched me up and threw me into the wind

and tossed me about in the storm.

23 I know you will bring me down to death,

to the place where all living people must go.

24 “Surely no one would hurt those who are ruined

when they cry for help in their time of trouble.

21 Thou art turned to be cruel to me;

With the might of thy hand thou persecutest me.

22 Thou liftest me up to the wind, thou causest me to ride upon it;

And thou dissolvest me in the storm.

23 For I know that thou wilt bring me to death,

And to the house appointed for all living.

24 Howbeit doth not one stretch out the hand in his fall?

Or in his calamity therefore cry for help?

21 Thou art changed to a cruel one to me; with the strength of thy hand thou pursuest me. 22 Thou liftest me up to the wind; thou causest me to be borne away, and dissolvest my substance. 23 For I know that thou wilt bring me to death, and into the house of assemblage for all living. 24 Indeed, no prayer availeth when he stretcheth out his hand: though they cry when he destroyeth.

21 You have begun to treat me cruelly. 

With your mighty hand you assault me. 

22 You pick me up and let the wind carry me away. 

You toss me around with a storm. 

23 I know you will lead me to death, 

to the dwelling place appointed for all living beings.” 

24 “But God doesn’t stretch out his hand against one who is ruined 

when that person calls for help in his disaster. 

21 You have turned against me with cruelty;

You harass me with Your strong hand.

22 You lift me up on the wind and make me ride it;

You scatter me in the storm.

23 Yes, I know that You will lead me to death—

the place appointed for all who live.

24 Yet no one would stretch out his hand

against a ruined man

when he cries out to him for help

because of his distress.

21 You have turned cruel to me;

with the might of your hand you persecute me.

22 You lift me up on the wind, you make me ride on it,

and you toss me about in the roar of the storm.

23 I know that you will bring me to death,

to the house appointed for all living.

24 “Surely one does not turn against the needy,

when in disaster they cry for help.

21 You have turned cruel to me;

you persecute me with your hand’s might.

22 You lift me up to the wind—you make me ride it,

and you toss me about in the storm.

23 Indeed, I know that you will bring me to death

and to the house of assembly for all the living.

24 “Surely someone must not send a hand against the needy

when, in his misfortune, there is a cry of help for them.

21 You do mean things to me.

Your mighty hand attacks me.

22 You pick me up and blow me away with the wind.

You toss me around in the storm.

23 I know that you will bring me down to death.

That’s what you have appointed for everyone.

24 “No one would crush people

when they cry out for help in their trouble.

21 “You have become cruel to me;

With the might of Your hand You persecute me.

22 “You lift me up to the wind and cause me to ride;

And You dissolve me in a storm.

23 “For I know that You will bring me to death

And to the house of meeting for all living.

24 “Yet does not one in a heap of ruins stretch out his hand,

Or in his disaster therefore cry out for help?