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.
6 In the gullies of the torrents they must dwell,in holes of the earth and of the rocks.
7 Among the bushes they bray;under the nettles they huddle together.
8 A senseless, a nameless brood,they have been whipped out of the land.