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.
5 They were driven out from among men,They shouted at them as at a thief.
6 They had to live in the clefts of the valleys,In caves of the earth and the rocks.
7 Among the bushes they brayed,Under the nettles they nestled.
8 They were sons of fools,Yes, sons of vile men;They were scourged from the land.
9 “And now I am their taunting song;Yes, I am their byword.