Job 30

¹But now the younger in time scorn me, whose fathers I would not have set with the dogs of my flock:

²The strength of whose hands was to me as nothing, and they were thought unworthy of life itself.

³Barren with want and hunger, who gnawed in the wilderness, disfigured with calamity and misery.

⁴And they ate grass, and barks of trees, and the root of junipers was their food.

⁵Who snatched up these things out of the valleys, and when they had found any of them, they ran to them with a cry.

⁶They dwelt in the desert places of torrents, and in caves of earth, or upon the gravel.

⁷They pleased themselves among these kind of things, and counted it delightful to be under the briers.

⁸The children of foolish and base men, and not appearing at all upon the earth.

⁹Now I am turned into their song, and am become their byword.

¹⁰They abhor me, and flee far from me, and are not afraid to spit in my face.

¹¹For he hath opened his quiver, and hath afflicted me, and hath put a bridle into my mouth.

¹²At the right hand of my rising, my calamities forthwith arose: they have overthrown my feet, and have overwhelmed me with their paths as with waves.

¹³They have destroyed my ways, they have lain in wait against me, and they have prevailed, and there was none to help.

¹⁴They have rushed in upon me, as when a wall is broken, and a gate opened, and have rolled themselves down to my miseries.