1
"But now they make sport of me, those who are younger than I, whose fathers I would have disdained to set with the dogs of my flock.
2
What could I gain from the strength of their hands? All their vigor is gone.
3
Through want and hard hunger they gnaw the dry and desolate ground,
4
they pick mallow and the leaves of bushes, and to warm themselves the roots of broom.
5
They are driven out from society; people shout after them as after a thief.
6
In the gullies of wadis they must live, in holes in the ground, and in the rocks.
7
Among the bushes they bray; under the nettles they huddle together.
8
A senseless, disreputable brood, they have been whipped out of the land.
9
"And now they mock me in song; I am a byword to them.
New Revised Standard Version Bible, copyright 1989, Division of Christian Education of the National Council of the Churches of Christ in the United States of America. Used by permission. All rights reserved. (New Revised Standard)
