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Job 30:20-23

What Did I Do to Deserve This?

20-23"I shout for help, God, and get nothing, no answer!

I stand to face you in protest, and you give me a blank stare!

You've turned into my tormenter—

you slap me around, knock me about.

You raised me up so I was riding high

and then dropped me, and I crashed.

I know you're determined to kill me,

to put me six feet under.

24-31"What did I do to deserve this?

Did I ever hit anyone who was calling for help?

Haven't I wept for those who live a hard life,

been heartsick over the lot of the poor?

But where did it get me?

I expected good but evil showed up.

I looked for light but darkness fell.

My stomach's in a constant churning, never settles down.

Each day confronts me with more suffering.

I walk under a black cloud. The sun is gone.

I stand in the congregation and protest.

I howl with the jackals,

I hoot with the owls.

I'm black-and-blue all over,

burning up with fever.

My fiddle plays nothing but the blues;

my mouth harp wails laments."