Job 30:1-13

Job Bewails His Present Affliction

30¹ "But now they mock at me, men younger than I, Whose fathers I disdained to put with the dogs of my flock. ² Indeed, what profit is the strength of their hands to me? Their vigor has perished. ³ They are gaunt from want and famine, Fleeing late to the wilderness, desolate and waste, ⁴ Who pluck mallow by the bushes, And broom tree roots for their food. ⁵ They were driven out from among men, They shouted at them as at a thief. ⁶ They had to live in the clefts of the valleys, In caves of the earth and the rocks. ⁷ Among the bushes they brayed, Under the nettles they nestled. ⁸ They were sons of fools, Yes, sons of vile men; They were scourged from the land. ⁹ "And now I am their taunting song; Yes, I am their byword. ¹⁰ They abhor me, they keep far from me; They do not hesitate to spit in my face. ¹¹ Because He has loosed my bowstring and afflicted me, They have cast off restraint before me. ¹² At my right hand the rabble arises; They push away my feet, And they raise against me their ways of destruction. ¹³ They break up my path, They promote my calamity; They have no helper.