Job 30:7

They pluck salt herbs by the bushes.

The roots of the broom tree are their food.

They are driven out from among men.

They cry after them as after a thief,

so that they live in frightful valleys,

and in holes of the earth and of the rocks.

They are children of fools, yes, children of wicked men.

They were flogged out of the land.

“Now I have become their song.

Yes, I am a byword to them.

They abhor me, they stand aloof from me,

and don’t hesitate to spit in my face.