Haggard from want and hunger, they roamed the parched land1 in desolate wastelands2 at night.3
In the brush they gathered salt herbs,4 and their food was the root of the broom tree.5
They were banished from their fellow men, shouted at as if they were thieves.
They were forced to live in the dry stream beds, among the rocks and in holes in the ground.6
They brayed7 among the bushes8 and huddled in the undergrowth.
A base and nameless brood,9 they were driven out of the land.10
"And now their sons mock me11 in song;12 I have become a byword13 among them.
They detest me14 and keep their distance; they do not hesitate to spit in my face.15
Now that God has unstrung my bow16 and afflicted me,17 they throw off restraint18 in my presence.
On my right19 the tribe attacks; they lay snares20 for my feet,21 they build their siege ramps against me.22
They break up my road;23 they succeed in destroying me24-- without anyone's helping them.