4. They gather the salt-wort among the bushes, and the roots of the broom for their food.
5. They are driven forth from among men--they cry after them as after a thief--
6. To dwell in gloomy gorges, in caves of the earth and the rocks:
7. They bray among the bushes; under the brambles they are gathered together:
8. Sons of fools, and sons of nameless sires, they are driven out of the land.
9. And now I am their song, yea, I am their byword.
10. They abhor me, they stand aloof from me, yea, they spare not to spit in my face.
11. For he hath loosed my cord and afflicted me; so they cast off the bridle before me.
12. At my right hand rise the young brood; they push away my feet, and raise up against me their pernicious ways;
13. They mar my path, they set forward my calamity, without any to help them;
14. They come in as through a wide breach: amid the confusion they roll themselves onward.