Job 30:2 YLT

¹  And now, laughed at me, Have the younger in days than I, Whose fathers I have loathed to set With the dogs of my flock.

²  Also -- the power of their hands, why 'is it' to me? On them hath old age perished.

³  With want and with famine gloomy, Those fleeing to a dry place, Formerly a desolation and waste,

⁴  Those cropping mallows near a shrub, And broom-roots 'is' their food.