The Book of Job, Chapter 30, Verse 7

After my words they spake not again; and my speech dropped upon them.

And they waited for me as for the rain; and they opened their mouth wide [as] for the latter rain.

[If] I laughed on them, they believed [it] not; and the light of my countenance they cast not down.

I chose out their way, and sat chief, and dwelt as a king in the army, as one [that] comforteth the mourners.

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.

Yea, whereto [might] the strength of their hands [profit] me, in whom old age was perished?

For want and famine [they were] solitary; fleeing into the wilderness in former time desolate and waste.

Who cut up mallows by the bushes, and juniper roots [for] their meat.

They were driven forth from among [men], (they cried after them as [after] a thief;)

To dwell in the clifts of the valleys, [in] caves of the earth, and [in] the rocks.

King James Version

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

American Standard Version

Among the bushes they bray; Under the nettles they are gathered together.

New English Translation

They brayed like animals among the bushes and were huddled together under the nettles.

World English Bible

Among the bushes they bray; and under the nettles they are gathered together.

[They were] children of fools, yea, children of base men: they were viler than the earth.

And now am I their song, yea, I am their byword.

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

Because he hath loosed my cord, and afflicted me, they have also let loose the bridle before me.

Upon [my] right [hand] rise the youth; they push away my feet, and they raise up against me the ways of their destruction.

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

They came [upon me] as a wide breaking in [of waters]: in the desolation they rolled themselves [upon me].

Terrors are turned upon me: they pursue my soul as the wind: and my welfare passeth away as a cloud.

And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.

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