3. They are gaunt with want and famine; they gnaw the dry ground; in the gloom of wasteness and desolation.
4. They pluck salt-wort by the bushes; and the roots of the broom are their meat.
5. They are driven forth from the midst of men; they cry after them as after a thief.
6. In the clefts of the valleys must they dwell, in holes of the earth and of the rocks.
7. Among the bushes they bray; under the nettles they are gathered together.
8. They are children of fools, yea, children of base men; they were scourged out of the land.
9. And now I am become their song, yea, I am a byword unto them.
10. They abhor me, they stand aloof from me, and spare not to spit in my face.