Job's Contemptible Tormentors

Job 30:1-8

“But now those who are younger than I have me in derision, whose fathers I would have disdained to put with my sheep dogs.

Of what use is the strength of their hands to me, men in whom ripe age has perished?

They are gaunt from lack and famine. They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of waste and desolation.

They pluck salt herbs by the bushes. The roots of the broom are their food.

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

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

Among the bushes they bray; and under the nettles they are gathered together.

They are children of fools, yes, children of base men. They were flogged out of the land.