3. They must claw the desert sandin the dark for somethingto satisfy their hunger.
4. They gather tasteless shrubsfor food and firewood,
5. and they are driven out of towns,as though they were thieves.
6. Their only homes are ditchesor holes between rocks,
7. where they bray like donkeysgathering around shrubs.
8. And like senseless donkeysthey are chased away.
9. Those worthless nobodiesmake up jokes and songsto disgrace me.
10. They are hatefuland keep their distance,even while spittingin my direction.
11. God has destroyed me,and so they don't carewhat they do.
12. Their attacks never stop,though I am defenceless,and my feet are trapped.
13. Without any help,they prevent my escape,destroying me completely
14. and leaving me crushed.
15. Terror has me surrounded;my reputation and my richeshave vanished like a cloud.
16. I am sick at heart!Pain has taken its toll.