Job 30:1-8 ▼

1 But now they that are younger than I have me in derision, Whose fathers I disdained to set with the dogs of my flock.

2 Yea, the strength of their hands, whereto should it profit me? Men in whom ripe age is perished.

3 They are gaunt with want and famine; They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of wasteness and desolation.

4 They pluck salt-wort with wormwood; And the roots of the broom are their food.

5 They are driven forth from the midst of men; They cry after them as after a thief.

6 In the clefts of the valleys must they dwell, In holes of the earth and of the rocks.

7 Among the bushes they bray; Under the nettles they are gathered together.

8 They are children of churls, yea, children of ignoble men; They were scourged out of the land.