2 Of what use to me was the strength of their hands?Their strength is gone.
3 Shriveled up from need and hunger,they gnaw at the dry and barren ground during the night.
4 They pick saltwort from the underbrush,and the roots of the broom plant are their food.
5 They are driven from the community.People shout at them in the same way they shout at thieves.
6 They have to live in dry riverbeds,in holes in the ground, and among rocks.
7 They howl in bushesand huddle together under thornbushes.
8 Godless fools and worthless peopleare forced out of the land with whips.