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.
5 They were driven forth from among men (they cried after them as after a thief).
6 They dwelt in the clifts of the valleys, in caves of the earth, and in the rocks.
7 Among the bushes they brayed; under the nettles they were gathered together.