Job 30:1-8

1“But now those younger than I 1mock me, Whose fathers I disdained to put with the dogs of my flock.2Indeed, what good was the strength of their hands to me? Vigor had perished from them.3From want and famine they are gaunt Who gnaw the dry ground by night in waste and desolation,4Who pluck 2mallow by the bushes, And whose food is the root of the broom shrub.5They are driven from the community; They shout against them as against a thief,6So that they dwell in dreadful 3valleys, In holes of the earth and of the rocks.7Among the bushes they 4cry out; Under the nettles they are gathered together.85Fools, even 6those without a name, They were scourged from the land.