The Book of 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.

 ^30:2Yea, the strength of their hands, whereto should it profit me?

 Men in whom ripe age is perished.

 ^30:3They are gaunt with want and famine;

 They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of wasteness and desolation.

 ^30:4They pluck salt-wort by the bushes;

 And the roots of the broom are their food.

 ^30:5They are driven forth from the midst of men;

 They cry after them as after a thief;

 ^30:6So that they dwell in frightful valleys,

 In holes of the earth and of the rocks.

 ^30:7Among the bushes they bray;

 Under the nettles they are gathered together.

 ^30:8They are children of fools, yea, children of base men;

 They were scourged out of the land.

 ^30:9And now I am become their song,

 Yea, I am a byword unto them.

 ^30:10They abhor me, they stand aloof from me,

 And spare not to spit in my face.

 ^30:11For he hath loosed his cord, and afflicted me;

 And they have cast off the bridle before me.

 ^30:12Upon my right hand rise the rabble;

 They thrust aside my feet,

 And they cast up against me their ways of destruction.

 ^30:13They mar my path,

 They set forward my calamity,

 Even men that have no helper.

 ^30:14As through a wide breach they come:

 In the midst of the ruin they roll themselves upon me.

 ^30:15Terrors are turned upon me;

 They chase mine honor as the wind;

 And my welfare is passed away as a cloud.
 
 

 ^30:16And now my soul is poured out within me;

 Days of affliction have taken hold upon me.

 ^30:17In the night season my bones are pierced in me,

 And the pains that gnaw me take no rest.

 ^30:18By God's great force is my garment disfigured;

 It bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.

 ^30:19He hath cast me into the mire,

 And I am become like dust and ashes.

 ^30:20I cry unto thee, and thou dost not answer me:

 I stand up, and thou gazest at me.

 ^30:21Thou art turned to be cruel to me;

 With the might of thy hand thou persecutest me.

 ^30:22Thou liftest me up to the wind, thou causest me to ride upon it;

 And thou dissolvest me in the storm.

 ^30:23For I know that thou wilt bring me to death,

 And to the house appointed for all living.

 ^30:24Howbeit doth not one stretch out the hand in his fall?

 Or in his calamity therefore cry for help?

 ^30:25Did not I weep for him that was in trouble?

 Was not my soul grieved for the needy?

 ^30:26When I looked for good, then evil came;

 And when I waited for light, there came darkness.

 ^30:27My heart is troubled, and resteth not;

 Days of affliction are come upon me.

 ^30:28I go mourning without the sun:

 I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.

 ^30:29I am a brother to jackals,

 And a companion to ostriches.

 ^30:30My skin is black, and falleth from me,

 And my bones are burned with heat.

 ^30:31Therefore is my harp turned to mourning,

 And my pipe into the voice of them that weep.