Job 30:1-4 ▼

1 “But now those younger than I laugh at me, Whose fathers I rejected even to put with the dogs of my flock.

2 Indeed, what good was the strength of their hands to me? Vigor had perished from them.

3 From want and famine they are gaunt, Who gnaw the dry ground by night in destruction and desolation,

4 Who pluck mallow by the bushes, And whose food is the root of the broom tree.