Job 30:2–8; Job 24:4–8

What could I gain from the strength of their hands,

kmen whose lvigor is gone?

Through want and hard hunger

they mgnaw nthe dry ground by night in owaste and desolation;

they pick saltwort and the leaves of bushes,

and the roots of the broom tree for their food.1

pThey are driven out from human company;

they shout after them as after a thief.

In the gullies of the torrents they must dwell,

in holes of the earth and of qthe rocks.

Among the bushes they rbray;

under sthe nettles they huddle together.

A senseless, a nameless brood,

they have been whipped out of the land.


They qthrust the poor off the road;

the poor of the earth rall hide themselves.

Behold, like wild donkeys in the desert

the poor1 sgo out to their toil, tseeking game;

the wasteland yields food for their children.

They gather their2 fodder in the field,

and they glean the vineyard of the wicked man.

They ulie all night naked, without clothing,

and have no covering in the cold.

They are wet with the rain of the mountains

and vcling to the rock for lack of shelter.