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.
8 They were sons of fools and men without names; they were lower than the earth.