1 “But now they laugh at me, those younger than I, whose fathers I would have refused to put with my sheep dogs.
2 Of what use to me is the strength of their hands, since their manhood power has perished?
3 They are dried up from lack and hunger, they flee to a parched land, formerly a waste and ruin.
4 They pluck salt herbs 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 to dwell in the gullies of wadis, holes of the ground and clefts.
7 Among the bushes they cry out, under the nettles they huddled together –