AKJV - Job - 30

30:1  But now they that are younger than I have me in derision, whose fathers I would have disdained to have set with the dogs of my flock.

30:2  Yes, whereto might the strength of their hands profit me, in whom old age was perished?

30:3  For want and famine they were solitary; fleeing into the wilderness in former time desolate and waste.

30:4  Who cut up mallows by the bushes, and juniper roots for their meat.

30:5  They were driven forth from among men, (they cried after them as after a thief;)

30:6  To dwell in the cliffs of the valleys, in caves of the earth, and in the rocks.

30:7  Among the bushes they brayed; under the nettles they were gathered together.

30:8  They were children of fools, yes, children of base men: they were viler than the earth.

30:9  And now am I their song, yes, I am their byword.

30:10  They abhor me, they flee far from me, and spare not to spit in my face.

30:11  Because he has loosed my cord, and afflicted me, they have also let loose the bridle before me.

30:12  On my right hand rise the youth; they push away my feet, and they raise up against me the ways of their destruction.

30:13  They mar my path, they set forward my calamity, they have no helper.

30:14  They came on me as a wide breaking in of waters: in the desolation they rolled themselves on me.

30:15  Terrors are turned on me: they pursue my soul as the wind: and my welfare passes away as a cloud.

30:16  And now my soul is poured out on me; the days of affliction have taken hold on me.

30:17  My bones are pierced in me in the night season: and my sinews take no rest.

30:18  By the great force of my disease is my garment changed: it binds me about as the collar of my coat.

30:19  He has cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.

30:20  I cry to you, and you do not hear me: I stand up, and you regard me not.

30:21  You are become cruel to me: with your strong hand you oppose yourself against me.

30:22  You lift me up to the wind; you cause me to ride on it, and dissolve my substance.

30:23  For I know that you will bring me to death, and to the house appointed for all living.

30:24  However, he will not stretch out his hand to the grave, though they cry in his destruction.

30:25  Did not I weep for him that was in trouble? was not my soul grieved for the poor?

30:26  When I looked for good, then evil came to me: and when I waited for light, there came darkness.

30:27  My bowels boiled, and rested not: the days of affliction prevented me.

30:28  I went mourning without the sun: I stood up, and I cried in the congregation.

30:29  I am a brother to dragons, and a companion to owls.

30:30  My skin is black on me, and my bones are burned with heat.

30:31  My harp also is turned to mourning, and my organ into the voice of them that weep.