Job 30

¹And now, laughed at me, Have the younger in days than I, Whose fathers I have loathed to set With the dogs of my flock.

²Also — the power of their hands, why [is it] to me? On them hath old age perished.

³With want and with famine gloomy, Those fleeing to a dry place, Formerly a desolation and waste,

⁴Those cropping mallows near a shrub, And broom-roots [is] their food.

⁵From the midst they are cast out, (They shout against them as a thief),

⁶In a frightful place of valleys to dwell, Holes of earth and clefts.

⁷Among shrubs they do groan, Under nettles they are gathered together.

⁸Sons of folly — even sons without name, They have been smitten from the land.

⁹And now, their song I have been, And I am to them for a byword.

¹⁰They have abominated me, They have kept far from me, And from before me have not spared to spit.

¹¹Because His cord He loosed and afflicteth me, And the bridle from before me, They have cast away.

¹²On the right hand doth a brood arise, My feet they have cast away, And they raise up against me, Their paths of calamity.

¹³They have broken down my path, By my calamity they profit, 'He hath no helper.'

¹⁴As a wide breach they come, Under the desolation have rolled themselves.

He hath turned against me terrors, It pursueth as the wind mine abundance, And as a thick cloud, Hath my safety passed away.