Job 30:9-15 NIV

[9] “And now those young men mock me in song; I have become a byword among them. [10] They detest me and keep their distance; they do not hesitate to spit in my face. [11] Now that God has unstrung my bow and afflicted me, they throw off restraint in my presence. [12] On my right the tribe attacks; they lay snares for my feet, they build their siege ramps against me. [13] They break up my road; they succeed in destroying me. ‘No one can help him,’ they say. [14] They advance as through a gaping breach; amid the ruins they come rolling in. [15] Terrors overwhelm me; my dignity is driven away as by the wind, my safety vanishes like a cloud.