1 But now they that are younger than I, have me in derision, whose fathers I would have disdained to set with the dogs of my flock.
2 Yes, to what might the strength of their hands profit me, in whom old age had perished?
3 For want and famine they were solitary; fleeing into the wilderness in former time desolate and waste.
4 Who cut up mallows by the bushes, and juniper roots for their food.