1 “But now they mock at me,
men1 younger than I,
Whose fathers I disdained to put with the dogs of my flock.
2 Indeed, what
profit is the strength of their hands to me?
Their vigor has perished.
3 They are gaunt from want and famine,
Fleeing late to the wilderness, desolate and waste,
4 Who pluck
1 mallow 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 They had to live in the clefts of the
1 valleys,
In1 caves of the earth and the rocks.
7 Among the bushes they brayed,
Under the nettles they nestled.
8 They were sons of fools,
Yes, sons of vile men;
They were scourged from the land.
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