Job 30:1–10

Job’s Present State Is Humiliating

1 “But now those younger than I amock me,

Whose fathers I disdained to put with the dogs of my flock.

2 “Indeed, what good was the strength of their hands to me?

Vigor had perished from them.

3 “From want and famine they are gaunt

Who gnaw the dry ground by night in waste and desolation,

4 Who pluck 1mallow by the bushes,

And whose food is the root of the broom shrub.

5 “They are driven from the community;

They shout against them as against a thief,

6 So that they dwell in dreadful 1valleys,

In holes of the earth and of the rocks.

7 “Among the bushes they 1cry out;

Under the nettles they are gathered together.

8 “1Fools, even 2those without a name,

They were scourged from the land.

9 “And now I have become their 1ataunt,

I have even become a bbyword to them.

10 “They abhor me and stand aloof from me,

And they do not 1refrain from aspitting at my face.