Job 30

1But now they that are younger than I have me in derision, Whose fathers I disdained to set with the dogs of my flock.

2Yea, the strength of their hands, whereto should it profit me? Men in whom ripe age is perished.

3They are gaunt with want and famine; They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of wasteness and desolation.

4They pluck salt-wort by the bushes; And the roots of the broom are their food.

5They are driven forth from the midst of men; They cry after them as after a thief;