Job 30:1-13

Job Bewails His Present Affliction

30¹ But now they that are younger than I have me in derision, whose fathers I would have disdained to set with the dogs of my flock. ² Yea, whereto [should] the strength of their hands [profit] me, [men] in whom vigour hath perished? ³ Withered up through want and hunger, they flee into waste places long since desolate and desert: ⁴ They gather the salt-wort among the bushes, and the roots of the broom for their food. ⁵ They are driven forth from among [men]—they cry after them as after a thief— ⁶ To dwell in gloomy gorges, in caves of the earth and the rocks: ⁷ They bray among the bushes; under the brambles they are gathered together: ⁸ Sons of fools, and sons of nameless sires, they are driven out of the land. ⁹ And now I am their song, yea, I am their byword. ¹⁰ They abhor me, they stand aloof from me, yea, they spare not to spit in my face. ¹¹ For he hath loosed my cord and afflicted me; so they cast off the bridle before me. ¹² At [my] right hand rise the young brood; they push away my feet, and raise up against me their pernicious ways; ¹³ They mar my path, they set forward my calamity, without any to help them;