Job 30:27–31
27 My inward parts are in turmoil and never still;
days of affliction scome to meet me.
28 I tgo about darkened, but not by the sun;
I stand up in uthe assembly and cry for help.
29 I am a brother of vjackals
and a companion of wostriches.
30 My xskin turns black and falls from me,
and my ybones burn with heat.
31 My zlyre is aturned to mourning,
and my zpipe to the voice of those who weep.
Job 30:27–31 — The New International Version (NIV)
27 The churning inside me never stops;
days of suffering confront me.
28 I go about blackened, but not by the sun;
I stand up in the assembly and cry for help.
29 I have become a brother of jackals,
a companion of owls.
30 My skin grows black and peels;
my body burns with fever.
31 My lyre is tuned to mourning,
and my pipe to the sound of wailing.
Job 30:27–31 — King James Version (KJV 1900)
27 My bowels boiled, and rested not:
The days of affliction prevented me.
28 I went mourning without the sun:
I stood up, and I cried in the congregation.
29 I am a brother to dragons,
And a companion to owls.
30 My skin is black upon me,
And my bones are burned with heat.
31 My harp also is turned to mourning,
And my organ into the voice of them that weep.
Job 30:27–31 — New Living Translation (NLT)
27 My heart is troubled and restless.
Days of suffering torment me.
28 I walk in gloom, without sunlight.
I stand in the public square and cry for help.
29 Instead, I am considered a brother to jackals
and a companion to owls.
30 My skin has turned dark,
and my bones burn with fever.
31 My harp plays sad music,
and my flute accompanies those who weep.
Job 30:27–31 — The New King James Version (NKJV)
27 My heart is in turmoil and cannot rest;
Days of affliction confront me.
28 I go about mourning, but not in the sun;
I stand up in the assembly and cry out for help.
29 I am a brother of jackals,
And a companion of ostriches.
30 My skin grows black and falls from me;
My bones burn with fever.
31 My harp is turned to mourning,
And my flute to the voice of those who weep.
Job 30:27–31 — New Century Version (NCV)
27 I never stop being upset;
days of suffering are ahead of me.
28 I have turned black, but not by the sun.
I stand up in public and cry for help.
29 I have become a brother to wild dogs
and a friend to ostriches.
30 My skin has become black and peels off,
as my body burns with fever.
31 My harp is tuned to sing a sad song,
and my flute is tuned to moaning.
Job 30:27–31 — American Standard Version (ASV)
27 My heart is troubled, and resteth not;
Days of affliction are come upon 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 is black, and falleth from me,
And my bones are burned with heat.
31 Therefore is my harp turned to mourning,
And my pipe into the voice of them that weep.
Job 30:27–31 — 1890 Darby Bible (DARBY)
27 My bowels well up, and rest not; days of affliction have confronted me. 28 I go about blackened, but not by the sun; I stand up, I cry in the congregation. 29 I am become a brother to jackals, and a companion of ostriches. 30 My skin is become black and falleth off me, and my bones are parched with heat. 31 My harp also is turned to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of weepers.
Job 30:27–31 — GOD’S WORD Translation (GW)
27 My insides are churning and won’t calm down.
Days of misery are ahead of me.
28 I walk in the dark without the sun.
I stand up in public and call for help.
29 I’m a brother to jackals
and a companion of ostriches.
30 My skin turns dark and peels.
My body burns with fever.
31 So my lyre is used for mourning
and my flute for loud weeping.
Job 30:27–31 — The Holman Christian Standard Bible (HCSB)
27 I am churning within and cannot rest;
days of suffering confront me.
28 I walk about blackened, but not by the sun.
I stood in the assembly and cried out for help.
29 I have become a brother to jackals
and a companion of ostriches.
30 My skin blackens and flakes off,
and my bones burn with fever.
31 My lyre is used for mourning
and my flute for the sound of weeping.
Job 30:27–31 — The New Revised Standard Version (NRSV)
27 My inward parts are in turmoil, and are never still;
days of affliction come to meet me.
28 I go about in sunless gloom;
I stand up in the assembly and cry for help.
29 I am a brother of jackals,
and a companion of ostriches.
30 My skin turns black and falls from me,
and my bones burn with heat.
31 My lyre is turned to mourning,
and my pipe to the voice of those who weep.
Job 30:27–31 — The Lexham English Bible (LEB)
27 My bowels are in turmoil, and they are not still;
days of misery come to confront me.
28 I go about in mourning garb, but not in sunlight;
I stand up in the assembly, and I cry for help.
29 I am a companion for the jackals
and a companion for ostriches.
30 My skin turns black on me,
and my bones burn with heat.
31 So my lyre came to be used for mourning,
and my flute for the voice of those who weep.
Job 30:27–31 — New International Reader’s Version (1998) (NIrV)
27 My insides are always churning.
Nothing but days of suffering are ahead of me.
28 My skin has become dark, but the sun didn’t do it.
I stand up in the community and cry out for help.
29 I’ve become a brother to wild dogs.
Owls are my companions.
30 My skin grows black and peels.
My body burns with fever.
31 My harp is tuned to sadness.
My flute makes a sound like sobbing.
Job 30:27–31 — New American Standard Bible: 1995 Update (NASB95)
27 “I am seething within and cannot relax;
Days of affliction confront me.
28 “I go about mourning without comfort;
I stand up in the assembly and cry out for help.
29 “I have become a brother to jackals
And a companion of ostriches.
30 “My skin turns black on me,
And my bones burn with fever.
31 “Therefore my harp is turned to mourning,
And my flute to the sound of those who weep.