Job 30:7

3They are gaunt from lack and famine. They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of waste and desolation.

4They pluck salt herbs by the bushes. The roots of the broom tree are their food.

5They are driven out from among men. They cry after them as after a thief,

6so that they live in frightful valleys, and in holes of the earth and of the rocks.

7They bray among the bushes. They are gathered together under the nettles.

8They are children of fools, yes, children of wicked men. They were flogged out of the land.

9“Now I have become their song. Yes, I am a byword to them.

10They abhor me, they stand aloof from me, and don’t hesitate to spit in my face.

11For he has untied his cord, and afflicted me; and they have thrown off restraint before me.