Job 30:1-8 ▼

1 |But now those who are younger than I am laugh at me. I didn't think their fathers were fit to sit with the dogs of my flock.

2 Of what use to me was the strength of their hands? Their strength is gone.

3 Shriveled up from need and hunger, they gnaw at the dry and barren ground during the night.

4 They pick saltwort from the underbrush, and the roots of the broom plant are their food.

5 They are driven from the community. People shout at them in the same way they shout at thieves.

6 They have to live in dry riverbeds, in holes in the ground, and among rocks.

7 They howl in bushes and huddle together under thornbushes.

8 Godless fools and worthless people are forced out of the land with whips.