30 “But now those younger than I ^(A)laugh at me,
Whose fathers I rejected even to put with the dogs of my flock.
² Indeed, what good was the strength of their hands to me?
Vigor had perished from them.
³ From want and famine they are gaunt,
Who gnaw the dry ground by night in destruction and desolation,
⁴ Who pluck ^[a]mallow by the bushes,
And whose food is the root of the broom tree.
⁵ They are driven from the community;
They shout against them as against a thief,
⁶ So that they dwell in the slopes of the ^[b]valleys,
In holes of the dust and of the rocks.
⁷ Among the bushes they ^[c]cry out;
Under the nettles they are gathered together.
^8 [d]Wicked fools, even ^[e]those without a name,
They were scourged from the land.

⁹ “And now I have become their mocking ^(B)song;
I have even become a ^(C)taunting word to them.
¹⁰ They abhor me and keep a distance from me,
And they do not ^[f]hold back from ^(D)spitting at my face.
¹¹ Because ^[g]He has loosed ^[h]His ^[i]bowstring and ^(E)afflicted me,
They have thrust aside ^(F)their bridle before me.
¹² On the right hand their ^[j]brood arises;
They ^(G)thrust aside my feet ^(H)and build up against me their ways to disaster.
¹³ They ^(I)break up my path;
They profit ^[k]from my destruction;
They have no helper.
¹⁴ As through a wide breach they come,
^[l]Amid the storm they roll on.
^15 (J)Terrors are turned against me;
They pursue my nobility as the wind,
And my hope for salvation has passed away ^(K)like a cloud.