1 ‘But now they mock me,men younger than I,whose fathers I would have disdainedto put with my sheep dogs.
2 Of what use was the strength of their hands to me,since their vigour had gone from them?
3 Haggard from want and hunger,they roamed the parched landin desolate wastelands at night.
4 In the brush they gathered salt herbs,and their food was the root of the broom bush.