Job 30:1-10

YLT(i) 1 And now, laughed at me, Have the younger in days than I, Whose fathers I have loathed to set With the dogs of my flock. 2 Also—the power of their hands, why is it to me? On them hath old age perished. 3 With want and with famine gloomy, Those fleeing to a dry place, Formerly a desolation and waste, 4 Those cropping mallows near a shrub, And broom-roots is their food. 5 From the midst they are cast out, (They shout against them as a thief), 6 In a frightful place of valleys to dwell, Holes of earth and clefts. 7 Among shrubs they do groan, Under nettles they are gathered together. 8 Sons of folly—even sons without name, They have been smitten from the land. 9 And now, their song I have been, And I am to them for a byword. 10 They have abominated me, They have kept far from me, And from before me have not spared to spit.