1 “But now they mock me— those younger than I, whose fathers I would have disdained to put with my sheep dogs.
2 Moreover, what use was the strength of their hands to me, since their vigor has gone from them.
3 Haggard from want and hunger, they gnaw the parched land, in former time desolate and waste.
4 In the brush they pluck salt herbs, and their food was from the root of the broom tree.