Job 30:1-14

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.

11For he hath loosed my cord and afflicted me; so they cast off the bridle before me.

12At [my] right hand rise the young brood; they push away my feet, and raise up against me their pernicious ways;

13They mar my path, they set forward my calamity, without any to help them;

14They come in as through a wide breach: amid the confusion they roll themselves onward.