1 But now they mock me,men younger than I am,whose fathers I would have refused to putwith my sheep dogs.
2 What use to me was the strength of their hands?Their vigor had left them.
3 Emaciated from poverty and hunger,they gnawed the dry land,the desolate wasteland by night.
4 They plucked mallow among the shrubs,and the roots of the broom tree were their food.