1 But now, those younger in years scorn me, whose fathers I would not have seen fit to place with the dogs of my flock,
2 the strength of whose hands was nothing to me, and they were considered unworthy of life itself.
3 They were barren from poverty and hunger; they gnawed in solitude, layered with misfortune and misery.
4 And they chewed grass and the bark from trees, and the root of junipers was their food.