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.
8 They are children of fools, yes, children of wicked men.They were flogged out of the land.
9 “Now I have become their song.Yes, I am a byword to them.