But men younger than I am make fun of me now! Their fathers have always been so worthless that I wouldn't let them help my dogs guard sheep.
They were a bunch of worn-out men, too weak to do any work for me.
They were so poor and hungry that they would gnaw dry roots - at night, in wild, desolate places.
They pulled up the plants of the desert and ate them, even the tasteless roots of the broom tree!
Everyone drove them away with shouts, as if they were shouting at thieves.
They had to live in caves, in holes dug in the sides of cliffs.
Out in the wilds they howled like animals and huddled together under the bushes.
A worthless bunch of nameless nobodies! They were driven out of the land.
Now they come and laugh at me; I am nothing but a joke to them.
They treat me with disgust; they think they are too good for me, and even come and spit in my face.