Job 30:1-10

1But now they mock me, men younger than I am, whose fathers I would have refused to put with my sheep dogs.

2What use to me was the strength of their hands? Their vigor had left them.

3Emaciated from poverty and hunger, they gnawed the dry land, the desolate wasteland by night.

4They plucked mallow among the shrubs, and the roots of the broom tree were their food.

5They were banished from human society; people shouted at them as if they were thieves.

6They are living on the slopes of the wadis, among the rocks and in holes in the ground.

7They bray among the shrubs; they huddle beneath the thistles.

8Foolish men, without even a name. They were forced to leave the land.

9Now I am mocked by their songs; I have become an object of scorn to them.

10They despise me and keep their distance from me; they do not hesitate to spit in my face.