Job 30:1-10 ▼

1 “But now those who are younger than I have me in derision, whose fathers I considered unworthy to put with my sheep dogs.

2 Of what use is the strength of their hands to me, men in whom ripe age has perished?

3 They are gaunt from lack and famine. They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of waste and desolation.

4 They pluck salt herbs by the bushes. The roots of the broom tree are their food.

5 They are driven out from among men. They cry after them as after a thief,

6 so that they live in frightful valleys, and in holes of the earth and of the rocks.

7 They bray among the bushes. They are gathered together under the nettles.

8 They are children of fools, yes, children of wicked men. They were flogged out of the land.

9 “Now I have become their song. Yes, I am a byword to them.

10 They abhor me, they stand aloof from me, and don’t hesitate to spit in my face.