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. Yea, whereto should the strength of their hands profit me, men in whom vigour hath perished?
3. Withered up through want and hunger, they flee into waste places long since desolate and desert:
4. They gather the salt-wort among the bushes, and the roots of the broom for their food.
5. They are driven forth from among men--they cry after them as after a thief--
6. To dwell in gloomy gorges, in caves of the earth and the rocks:
7. They bray among the bushes; under the brambles they are gathered together: