1 But now those that are younger than I have me in derision, whose fathers I would have disdained to have set with the dogs of my flock.
2 For, unto what might the strength of their hands profit me, in whom time was lost?
3 For want and famine they walked alone; fleeing into solitude, to the dark place, desolate and waste.
4 Who cut up mallows among the bushes and juniper roots for their food.