Job 30:1-12

“But now those who are younger than I make fun of me. I would not have even let their fathers sit with my sheep dogs. What use did I have for their strength since they had lost their strength to work? They were thin from hunger and wandered the dry and ruined land at night. They gathered desert plants among the brush and ate the root of the broom tree. They were forced to live away from people; people shouted at them as if they were thieves. They lived in dried up streambeds, in caves, and among the rocks. They howled like animals among the bushes and huddled together in the brush. They are worthless people without names and were forced to leave the land. “Now they make fun of me with songs; my name is a joke among them. They hate me and stay far away from me, but they do not mind spitting in my face. God has taken away my strength and made me suffer, so they attack me with all their anger. On my right side they rise up like a mob. They lay traps for my feet and prepare to attack me.