Job 30:1-8


1 But now those younger than I mock me, whose fathers I refused to put beside my sheepdogs.
2 Their strength, what's it to me, their energy having perished?
3 Stiff from want and hunger, those who gnaw dry ground, yesterday's desolate waste,
4 who pluck off the leaves on a bush, the root of the broom— a shrub is their food.
5 People banish them from society, shout at them as if to a thief;
6 so they live in scary ravines, holes in the ground and rocks.
7 Among shrubs, they make sounds like donkeys; they are huddled together under a bush,
8 children of fools and the nameless, whipped out of the land.