Job 30

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.

¹⁵Terrors are turned against me; they pursue mine honour as the wind; and my welfare is passed away like a cloud.