1 “But now they laugh at me,men who are younger than I,whose fathers I would have disdainedto set with the dogs of my flock.
2 What could I gain from the strength of their hands, men whose vigor is gone?
3 Through want and hard hungerthey gnaw the dry ground by night in waste and desolation;
4 they pick saltwort and the leaves of bushes,and the roots of the broom tree for their food.
5 They are driven out from human company;they shout after them as after a thief.