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.
10They abhor me and keep far from me;
they do not hesitate to spit in my face.
11Because God has unstrung my bow and afflicted me,
they have cast off restraint in my presence.
12The rabble arises at my right;
they lay snares for my feet
and build siege ramps against me.
— Job 30:8-12