1 “But now those who are younger than I have me in derision, whose fathers I would have disdained to put with my sheep dogs.
2 Of what use is the strength of their hands to me, men in whom ripe age has perished?
3 They are gaunt from lack and famine. They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of waste and desolation.
4 They pluck salt herbs by the bushes. The roots of the broom are their food.
5 They are driven out from among men. They cry after them as after a thief;
6 So that they dwell in frightful valleys, and in holes of the earth and of the rocks.
7 Among the bushes they bray; and under the nettles they are gathered together.