Job 30:1-13

Job Bewails His Present Affliction

30¹ But now those who are younger than I make sport of me; those whose fathers I would not have put with the dogs of my flocks. ² Of what use is the strength of their hands to me? all force is gone from them. ³ They are wasted for need of food, biting the dry earth; their only hope of life is in the waste land. ⁴ They are pulling off the salt leaves from the brushwood, and making a meal of roots. ⁵ They are sent out from among their townsmen, men are crying after them as thieves ⁶ They have to get a resting-place in the hollows of the valleys, in holes of the earth and rocks. ⁷ They make noises like asses among the brushwood; they get together under the thorns. ⁸ They are sons of shame, and of men without a name, who have been forced out of the land. ⁹ And now I have become their song, and I am a word of shame to them. ¹⁰ I am disgusting to them; they keep away from me, and put marks of shame on me. ¹¹ For he has made loose the cord of my bow, and put me to shame; he has sent down my flag to the earth before me. ¹² The lines of his men of war put themselves in order, and make high their ways of destruction against me: ¹³ They have made waste my roads, with a view to my destruction; his bowmen come round about me;