Job 30:1-15
30“But now those younger than I alaugh 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,4Who pluck 1mallow by the bushes,And whose food is the root of the broom tree.5“They are driven from the community;They shout against them as against a thief,6So that they dwell in the slopes of the 1valleys,In holes of the dust and of the rocks.7“Among the bushes they 1cry out;Under the nettles they are gathered together.8“1Wicked fools, even 2those without a name,They were scourged from the land.9“And now I have become their mocking asong;I have even become a btaunting word to them.10“They abhor me and keep a distance from me,And they do not 1hold back from aspitting at my face.11“Because 1He has loosed 2His 3bowstring and aafflicted me,They have thrust aside btheir bridle before me.12“On the right hand their 1brood arises;They athrust aside my feet band build up against me their ways to disaster.13“They abreak up my path;They profit 1from my destruction;They have no helper.14“As through a wide breach they come,1Amid the storm they roll on.15“aTerrors are turned against me;They pursue my nobility as the wind,And my hope for salvation has passed away blike a cloud.