Job 30:1-8 ▼

1 “ And now they laugh at me, the fewer in days than I, whose fathers I disdained to put with the dogs of my flock.

2 Indeed, the strength of their hands, what is it to me? Upon them vigor has perished,

3 in poverty and in harsh hunger, ones gnawing the dry ground by night, in ruin and desolation.

4 They are plucking mallow among the brush, and the root of the broom tree is their bread.

5 From the midst of people they are driven out; they shout at them as at a thief.

6 On the slope of wadis they are to dwell, in holes of the dust and rocks.

7 Among the shrubs they bray; under the nettles they huddle together.

8 Sons of a fool, even sons without a name, they were scourged from the land.