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Jó 30 — Bíblia The Message, 2002 | Gospelmais
31 versículos · The Message, 2002
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1"But no longer. Now I'm the butt of their jokes—Young ruffians! whippersnappers!
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1“But now those who are younger than I have me in derision, whose fathers I would have disdained to put with my sheep dogs.
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2Why, I considered their fathersmere inexperienced pups.But they are worse than dogs—good for nothing,stray, mangy animals,
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2Of what use is the strength of their hands to me, men in whom ripe age has perished?
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3Half-starved, scavenging the back alleys,howling at the moon;
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3They are gaunt from lack and famine. They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of waste and desolation.
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4Homeless guttersnipeschewing on old bones and licking old tin cans;
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4They pluck salt herbs by the bushes. The roots of the broom are their food.
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5Outcasts from the community,cursed as dangerous delinquents.
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5They are driven out from among men. They cry after them as after a thief;
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6Nobody would put up with them;they were driven from the neighborhood.
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6So that they dwell in frightful valleys, and in holes of the earth and of the rocks.
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7You could hear them out there at the edge of town,yelping and barking, huddled in junkyards,
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7Among the bushes they bray; and under the nettles they are gathered together.
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8A gang of beggars and no-names,thrown out on their ears.
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8They are children of fools, yes, children of base men. They were flogged out of the land.
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9"But now I'm the one they're after,mistreating me, taunting and mocking.
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9“Now I have become their song. Yes, I am a byword to them.
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10They abhor me, they abuse me.How dare those scoundrels—they spit in my face!
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10They abhor me, they stand aloof from me, and don’t hesitate to spit in my face.
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11Now that God has undone me and left me in a heap,they hold nothing back. Anything goes.
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11For he has untied his cord, and afflicted me; and they have thrown off restraint before me.
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12They come at me from my blind side,trip me up, then jump on me while I'm down.
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12On my right hand rise the rabble. They thrust aside my feet, They cast up against me their ways of destruction.
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13They throw every kind of obstacle in my path,determined to ruin me—and no one lifts a finger to help me!
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13They mar my path, They set forward my calamity, without anyone’s help.
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14They violate my broken body,trample through the rubble of my ruined life.
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14As through a wide breach they come, in the middle of the ruin they roll themselves in.
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15Terrors assault me—my dignity in shreds,salvation up in smoke.
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15Terrors have turned on me. They chase my honor as the wind. My welfare has passed away as a cloud.
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16"And now my life drains out,as suffering seizes and grips me hard.
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16“Now my soul is poured out within me. Days of affliction have taken hold on me.
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17Night gnaws at my bones;the pain never lets up.
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17In the night season my bones are pierced in me, and the pains that gnaw me take no rest.
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18I am tied hand and foot, my neck in a noose.I twist and turn.
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18By great force is my garment disfigured. It binds me about as the collar of my coat.
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19Thrown facedown in the muck,I'm a muddy mess, inside and out.
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19He has cast me into the mire. I have become like dust and ashes.
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20"I shout for help, God, and get nothing, no answer!I stand to face you in protest, and you give me a blank stare!
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20I cry to you, and you do not answer me. I stand up, and you gaze at me.
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21You've turned into my tormenter—you slap me around, knock me about.
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21You have turned to be cruel to me. With the might of your hand you persecute me.
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22You raised me up so I was riding highand then dropped me, and I crashed.
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22You lift me up to the wind, and drive me with it. You dissolve me in the storm.
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23I know you're determined to kill me,to put me six feet under.
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23For I know that you will bring me to death, To the house appointed for all living.
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24"What did I do to deserve this?Did I ever hit anyone who was calling for help?
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24“However doesn’t one stretch out a hand in his fall? Or in his calamity therefore cry for help?
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25Haven't I wept for those who live a hard life,been heartsick over the lot of the poor?
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25Didn’t I weep for him who was in trouble? Wasn’t my soul grieved for the needy?
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26But where did it get me?I expected good but evil showed up.I looked for light but darkness fell.
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26When I looked for good, then evil came; When I waited for light, there came darkness.
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27My stomach's in a constant churning, never settles down.Each day confronts me with more suffering.
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27My heart is troubled, and doesn’t rest. Days of affliction have come on me.
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28I walk under a black cloud. The sun is gone.I stand in the congregation and protest.
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28I go mourning without the sun. I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.
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29I howl with the jackals,I hoot with the owls.
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29I am a brother to jackals, and a companion to ostriches.
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30I'm black and blue all over,burning up with fever.
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30My skin grows black and peels from me. My bones are burned with heat.
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31My fiddle plays nothing but the blues;my mouth harp wails laments.
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31Therefore my harp has turned to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of those who weep.