1141 - Job Speaks of His Anguish
Job Speaks of His Anguish “Now, I am mocked by people, younger than I, by young men, whose fathers are not worthy to run with my sheepdogs. A lot of good they are to me—those worn-out wretches! They are gaunt, from poverty and hunger. They claw the dry ground, in desolate wastelands. They pluck wild greens, from among the bushes… and they eat from the roots, of broom trees. They are driven from human society, and people shout at them, as if they were thieves. So, now, they live in frightening ravines, or in caves, and among the rocks. They sound like animals, howling, among the bushes, huddled together, beneath the nettles. They are nameless fools, …..outcasts from society. “And, now, they mock me, with vulgar songs! They taunt me! They despise me, and they won’t come near me, …except to spit, in my face. For God has cut my bowstring. He has humbled me, …so, they have thrown off all restraint. These outcasts oppose me, to my face. They send me sprawling, …they lay traps in my path. The