Job 30:1-8

1“But now they mock at me, men younger than I, Whose fathers I disdained to put with the dogs of my flock.

2Indeed, what profit is the strength of their hands to me? Their vigor has perished.

3They are gaunt from want and famine, Fleeing late to the wilderness, desolate and waste,

4Who pluck mallow by the bushes, And broom tree roots for their food.

5They were driven out from among men, They shouted at them as at a thief.

6They had to live in the clefts of the valleys, In caves of the earth and the rocks.

7Among the bushes they brayed, Under the nettles they nestled.

8They were sons of fools, Yes, sons of vile men; They were scourged from the land.