Job 30:1-8 ▼

1 “But now those who are younger than I mock me, Whose fathers I refused 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 poverty and famine they are gaunt, They who gnaw at the dry ground by night in waste and desolation,

4 Who pluck saltweed by the bushes, And whose food is the root of the broom shrub.

5 “They are driven from the community; They shout against them as against a thief,

6 So that they live on the slopes of ravines, In holes in the ground and among the rocks.

7 “Among the bushes they cry out; Under the weeds they are gathered together.

8 “Worthless fellows, even those without a name, They were cast out from the land.