Job 30:1-31 ESV

[1] "But now they laugh at me, men who are younger than I, whose fathers I would have disdained to set with the dogs of my flock. [2] What could I gain from the strength of their hands, men whose vigor is gone? [3] Through want and hard hunger they gnaw the dry ground by night in waste and desolation; [4] they pick saltwort and the leaves of bushes, and the roots of the broom tree for their food. [5] They are driven out from human company; they shout after them as after a thief. [6] In the gullies of the torrents they must dwell, in holes of the earth and of the rocks. [7] Among the bushes they bray; under the nettles they huddle together. [8] A senseless, a nameless brood, they have been whipped out of the land. [9] "And now I have become their song; I am a byword to them. [10] They abhor me; they keep aloof from me; they do not hesitate to spit at the sight of me. [11] Because God has loosed my cord and humbled me, they have cast off restraint in my presence. [12] On my right hand the rabble rise; they push away my feet; they cast up against me their ways of destruction. [13] They break up my path; they promote my calamity; they need no one to help them. [14] As through a wide breach they come; amid the crash they roll on. [15] Terrors are turned upon me; my honor is pursued as by the wind, and my prosperity has passed away like a cloud. [16] "And now my soul is poured out within me; days of affliction have taken hold of me. [17] The night racks my bones, and the pain that gnaws me takes no rest. [18] With great force my garment is disfigured; it binds me about like the collar of my tunic. [19] God has cast me into the mire, and I have become like dust and ashes. [20] I cry to you for help and you do not answer me; I stand, and you only look at me. [21] You have turned cruel to me; with the might of your hand you persecute me. [22] You lift me up on the wind; you make me ride on it, and you toss me about in the roar of the storm. [23] For I know that you will bring me to death and to the house appointed for all living. [24] "Yet does not one in a heap of ruins stretch out his hand, and in his disaster cry for help? [25] Did not I weep for him whose day was hard? Was not my soul grieved for the needy? [26] But when I hoped for good, evil came, and when I waited for light, darkness came. [27] My inward parts are in turmoil and never still; days of affliction come to meet me. [28] I go about darkened, but not by the sun; I stand up in the assembly and cry for help. [29] I am a brother of jackals and a companion of ostriches. [30] My skin turns black and falls from me, and my bones burn with heat. [31] My lyre is turned to mourning, and my pipe to the voice of those who weep.