Job 30:1-10

1But now they that are younger than I have me in derision, whose fathers I would have disdained to set with the dogs of my flock.

2Yea, whereto [should] the strength of their hands [profit] me, [men] in whom vigour hath perished?

3Withered up through want and hunger, they flee into waste places long since desolate and desert:

4They gather the salt-wort among the bushes, and the roots of the broom for their food.

5They are driven forth from among [men] — they cry after them as after a thief —

6To dwell in gloomy gorges, in caves of the earth and the rocks:

7They bray among the bushes; under the brambles they are gathered together:

8Sons of fools, and sons of nameless sires, they are driven out of the land.

9And now I am their song, yea, I am their byword.

10They abhor me, they stand aloof from me, yea, they spare not to spit in my face.