Job's Contemptible Tormentors

Job 30:1-8

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

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

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

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

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

So that they dwell in frightful valleys, In holes of the earth and of the rocks.

Among the bushes they bray; Under the nettles they are gathered together.

They arechildren of fools, yea, children of base men; They were scourged out of the land.