Job 30:1-31 NLT

[1] "But now I am mocked by people younger than I, by young men whose fathers are not worthy to run with my sheepdogs. [2] A lot of good they are to me- those worn-out wretches! [3] They are gaunt from poverty and hunger. They claw the dry ground in desolate wastelands. [4] They pluck wild greens from among the bushes and eat from the roots of broom trees. [5] They are driven from human society, and people shout at them as if they were thieves. [6] So now they live in frightening ravines, in caves and among the rocks. [7] They sound like animals howling among the bushes, huddled together beneath the nettles. [8] They are nameless fools, outcasts from society. [9] "And now they mock me with vulgar songs! They taunt me! [10] They despise me and won't come near me, except to spit in my face. [11] For God has cut my bowstring. He has humbled me, so they have thrown off all restraint. [12] These outcasts oppose me to my face. They send me sprawling and lay traps in my path. [13] They block my road and do everything they can to destroy me. They know I have no one to help me. [14] They come at me from all directions. They jump on me when I am down. [15] I live in terror now. My honor has blown away in the wind, and my prosperity has vanished like a cloud. [16] "And now my life seeps away. Depression haunts my days. [17] At night my bones are filled with pain, which gnaws at me relentlessly. [18] With a strong hand, God grabs my shirt. He grips me by the collar of my coat. [19] He has thrown me into the mud. I'm nothing more than dust and ashes. [20] "I cry to you, O God, but you don't answer. I stand before you, but you don't even look. [21] You have become cruel toward me. You use your power to persecute me. [22] You throw me into the whirlwind and destroy me in the storm. [23] And I know you are sending me to my death- the destination of all who live. [24] "Surely no one would turn against the needy when they cry for help in their trouble. [25] Did I not weep for those in trouble? Was I not deeply grieved for the needy? [26] So I looked for good, but evil came instead. I waited for the light, but darkness fell. [27] My heart is troubled and restless. Days of suffering torment me. [28] I walk in gloom, without sunlight. I stand in the public square and cry for help. [29] Instead, I am considered a brother to jackals and a companion to owls. [30] My skin has turned dark, and my bones burn with fever. [31] My harp plays sad music, and my flute accompanies those who weep.