1“But now they mock me,
men younger than I am,
whose fathers I would have refused
to entrust with my sheep dogs.
2What use to me was the strength of their hands,
since their vigor had left them?
3Gaunt from poverty and hunger,
they gnawed the dry land,
and the desolate wasteland by night.
4They plucked mallow among the shrubs,
and the roots of the broom tree were their food.
5They were banished from among men,
shouted down like thieves,
6so that they lived on the slopes of the wadis,
among the rocks and in holes in the ground.
7They cried out among the shrubs
and huddled beneath the nettles.
8A senseless and nameless brood,
they were driven off the land.
9And now they mock me in song;
I have become a byword among them.
— Job 30:1-9