Job 30:1-11

“But now those younger than I mock and laugh at me, Whose fathers I refused to put with the sheepdogs of my flock. “Indeed, how could the strength of their hands profit me? Vigor had perished from them. “They are gaunt with want and famine; They gnaw the dry and barren ground by night in [the gloom of] waste and desolation. “They pluck [and eat] saltwort (mallows) among the bushes, And their food is the root of the broom shrub. “They are driven from the community; They shout after them as after a thief. “They must dwell on the slopes of wadis And in holes in the ground and in rocks. “Among the bushes they cry out [like wild animals]; Beneath the prickly scrub they gather and huddle together. “They are the sons of [worthless and nameless] fools, They have been driven out of the land. ¶“And now I have become [the subject of] their taunting; Yes, I am a byword and a laughingstock to them. “They hate me, they stand aloof from me, And do not refrain from spitting in my face. “For God has loosed His bowstring [attacking me] and [He has] afflicted and humbled me; They have cast off the bridle [of restraint] before me.