Job lamented in depth of his despair

Job 30:1-12,15-31
[1]But men younger than I am make fun of me now! Their fathers have always been so worthless     that I wouldn’t let them help my dogs guard sheep.
[2]They were a bunch of worn-out men,     too weak to do any work for me.
[3]They were so poor and hungry     that they would gnaw dry roots —     at night, in wild, desolate places.
[4]They pulled up the plants of the desert and ate them,     even the tasteless roots of the broom tree!
[5]Everyone drove them away with shouts,     as if they were shouting at thieves.
[6]They had to live in caves,     in holes dug in the sides of cliffs.
[7]Out in the wilds they howled like animals     and huddled together under the bushes.
[8]A worthless bunch of nameless nobodies!     They were driven out of the land.
[9]Now they come and laugh at me;     I am nothing but a joke to them.
[10]They treat me with disgust;     they think they are too good for me,     and even come and spit in my face.
[11]Because God has made me weak and helpless,     they turn against me with all their fury.
[12]This mob attacks me head-on;     they send me running; they prepare their final assault.
[15]I am overcome with terror;     my dignity is gone like a puff of wind,     and my prosperity like a cloud.
[16]Now I am about to die;     there is no relief for my suffering.
[17]At night my bones all ache;     the pain that gnaws me never stops.
[18]God seizes me by my collar     and twists my clothes out of shape.
[19]He throws me down in the mud;     I am no better than dirt.
[20]I call to you, O God, but you never answer;     and when I pray, you pay no attention.
[21]You are treating me cruelly;     you persecute me with all your power.
[22]You let the wind blow me away;     you toss me about in a raging storm.
[23]I know you are taking me off to my death,     to the fate in store for everyone.
[24]Why do you attack a ruined man,     one who can do nothing but beg for pity?
[25]Didn’t I weep with people in trouble     and feel sorry for those in need?
[26]I hoped for happiness and light,     but trouble and darkness came instead.
[27]I am torn apart by worry and pain;     I have had day after day of suffering.
[28]I go about in gloom, without any sunshine;     I stand up in public and plead for help.
[29]My voice is as sad and lonely     as the cries of a jackal or an ostrich.
[30]My skin has turned dark; I am burning with fever.
[31]Where once I heard joyful music,     now I hear only mourning and weeping.