Job 30:1-10

1But now they that are younger than I have me in derision, Whose fathers I disdained to set with the dogs of my flock.2Yea, the strength of their hands, whereto should it profit me? Men in whom ripe age is perished.3They are gaunt with want and famine; They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of wasteness and desolation.4They pluck salt-wort by the bushes; And the roots of the broom are their food.5They are driven forth from the midst of men; They cry after them as after a thief;6So that they dwell in frightful valleys, In holes of the earth and of the rocks.7Among the bushes they bray; Under the nettles they are gathered together.8They arechildren of fools, yea, children of base men; They were scourged out of the land.9And now I am become their song, Yea, I am a byword unto them.10They abhor me, they stand aloof from me, And spare not to spit in my face.