Job 30:1-5

“But now those who are younger than I mock me, Whose fathers I refused to put with the dogs of my flock.

“Indeed, what good was the strength of their hands to me? Vigor had perished from them.

“From poverty and famine they are gaunt, They who gnaw at the dry ground by night in waste and desolation,

Who pluck saltweed by the bushes, And whose food is the root of the broom shrub.

“They are driven from the community; They shout against them as against a thief,