Job 30:1-12

ASV^{(i) 1} But now they that are younger than I have me in derision,
Whose fathers I disdained to set with the dogs of my flock. ² Yea, the strength of their hands, whereto should it profit me?
Men in whom ripe age is perished. ³ They are gaunt with want and famine;
They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of wasteness and desolation. ⁴ They pluck salt-wort by the bushes;
And the roots of the broom are their food. ⁵ They are driven forth from the midst [of men];
They cry after them as after a thief; ⁶ So that they dwell in frightful valleys,
In holes of the earth and of the rocks. ⁷ Among the bushes they bray;
Under the nettles they are gathered together. ⁸ [They are] children of fools, yea, children of base men;
They were scouraged out of the land.
⁹ And now I am become their song,
Yea, I am a byword unto them. ¹⁰ They abhor me, they stand aloof from me,
And spare not to spit in my face. ¹¹ For he hath loosed his cord, and afflicted me;
And they have cast off the bridle before me. ¹² Upon my right hand rise the rabble;
They thrust aside my feet,
And they cast up against me their ways of destruction.