American Standard Version
"Yea, the strength of their hands, whereto should it profit me? Men in whom ripe age is perished. "
— Job 30:2, American Standard Version
“Yea, whereto might the strength of their hands profit me, in whom old age was perished?”
“Of what use is the strength of their hands to me, men in whom ripe age has perished?”
“Moreover, the strength of their hands– what use was it to me? Men whose strength had perished;”
“The strength of whose hands was to me as nothing, and they were thought unworthy of life itself.”
“Of what use is the strength of their hands to me? all force is gone from them.”
“Yea, whereto might the strength of their hands profit me, in whom old age was perished?”
But now they that are younger than I have me in derision, Whose fathers I disdained to set with the dogs of my flock.
Yea, the strength of their hands, whereto should it profit me? Men in whom ripe age is perished.
They are gaunt with want and famine; They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of wasteness and desolation.
They pluck salt-wort by the bushes; And the roots of the broom are their food.
They are driven forth from the midst of men; They cry after them as after a thief;