Job 30:1-8

1“But now those who are younger than I 1mock me, Whose fathers I refused 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 poverty and famine they are gaunt, They who gnaw at the dry ground by night in waste and desolation,4Who pluck saltweed 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 live on the slopes of ravines, In holes in the ground and among the rocks.7Among the bushes they 2cry out; Under the weeds they are gathered together.8Worthless 3fellows, even 4those without a name, They were cast out from the land.