Job 30:1-10

1"But now they laugh at me, men who are younger than I, whose fathers I would have disdained to set with the dogs of my flock.

2What could I gain from the strength of their hands, men whose vigor is gone?

3Through want and hard hunger they gnaw the dry ground by night in waste and desolation;

4they pick saltwort and the leaves of bushes, and the roots of the broom tree for their food.

5They are driven out from human company; they shout after them as after a thief.

6In the gullies of the torrents they must dwell, in holes of the earth and of the rocks.

7Among the bushes they bray; under the nettles they huddle together.

8A senseless, a nameless brood, they have been whipped out of the land.

9"And now I have become their song; I am a byword to them.

10They abhor me; they keep aloof from me; they do not hesitate to spit at the sight of me.