4. Who pluck mallow by the bushes, And whose food is the root of the broom shrub.
5. "They are driven from the community; They shout against them as against a thief,
6. So that they dwell in dreadful valleys, In holes of the earth and of the rocks.
7. "Among the bushes they cry out; Under the nettles they are gathered together.
8. "Fools, even those without a name, They were scourged from the land.
9. "And now I have become their taunt, I have even become a byword to them.
10. "They abhor me and stand aloof from me, And they do not refrain from spitting at my face.