1. But now the younger in time scorn me, whose fathers I would not have set with the dogs of my flock:
2. The strength of whose hands was to me as nothing, and they were thought unworthy of life itself.
3. Barren with want and hunger, who gnawed in the wilderness, disfigured with calamity and misery.
4. And they ate grass, and barks of trees, and the root of junipers was their food.
5. Who snatched up these things out of the valleys, and when they had found any of them, they ran to them with a cry.
6. They dwelt in the desert places of torrents, and in caves of earth, or upon the gravel.
7. They pleased themselves among these kind of things, and counted it delightful to be under the briers.
8. The children of foolish and base men, and not appearing at all upon the earth.
9. Now I am turned into their song, and am become their byword.
10. They abhor me, and flee far from me, and are not afraid to spit in my face.
11. For he hath opened his quiver, and hath afflicted me, and hath put a bridle into my mouth.
12. At the right hand of my rising, my calamities forthwith arose: they have overthrown my feet, and have overwhelmed me with their paths as with waves.