4 Who pluck mallow by the bushes, And whose food is the root of the broom shrub.
5 "They are driven from the community; They shout against them as against a thief,
6 So that they dwell in dreadful valleys, In holes of the earth and of the rocks.
7 "Among the bushes they cry out; Under the nettles they are gathered together.
8 "Fools, even those without a name, They were scourged from the land.
9 "And now I have become their taunt, I have even become a byword to them.
10 "They abhor me and stand aloof from me, And they do not refrain from spitting at my face.