Job 30:1-13

Job Bewails His Present Affliction

30¹ “But now those who are younger than I have me in derision,
whose fathers I would have disdained to put with my sheep dogs. ² Of what use is the strength of their hands to me,
men in whom ripe age has perished? ³ They are gaunt from lack and famine.
They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of waste and desolation. ⁴ They pluck salt herbs by the bushes.
The roots of the broom are their food. ⁵ They are driven out from the midst of men.
They cry after them as after a thief; ⁶ So that they dwell in frightful valleys,
and in holes of the earth and of the rocks. ⁷ Among the bushes they bray;
and under the nettles they are gathered together. ⁸ They are children of fools, yes, children of base men.
They were flogged out of the land. ⁹ “Now I have become their song.
Yes, I am a byword to them. ¹⁰ They abhor me, they stand aloof from me,
and don’t hesitate to spit in my face. ¹¹ For he has untied his cord, and afflicted me;
and they have thrown off restraint before me. ¹² On my right hand rise the rabble.
They thrust aside my feet,
They cast up against me their ways of destruction. ¹³ They mar my path,
They set forward my calamity,
without anyone’s help.