1 “But now they mock at me, men younger than I,Whose fathers I disdained to put with the dogs of my flock.
2 Indeed, what profit is the strength of their hands to me?Their vigor has perished.
3 They are gaunt from want and famine,Fleeing late to the wilderness, desolate and waste,
4 Who pluck mallow by the bushes,And broom tree roots for their food.