1. “But now they mock me— those younger than I, whose fathers I would have disdained to put with my sheep dogs.
2. Moreover, what use was the strength of their hands to me, since their vigor has gone from them.
3. Haggard from want and hunger, they gnaw the parched land, in former time desolate and waste.
4. In the brush they pluck salt herbs, and their food was from the root of the broom tree.
5. They were banished from society, shouted at as if they were thieves,
6. so they were forced to dwell in wadis, in holes of the earth and among the rocks.
7. They brayed among the bushes and huddled under the nettles.
8. A senseless and nameless brood, they were cast out from the land.
9. “So now I have become their taunt song; I have become a byword to them.
10. They despise me; they keep their distance from me; they do not hesitate to spit in my face.
11. Because He has loosened my cord and afflicted me, they have cast off restraint in my presence
12. On my right the rabble rise up; they entangle my feet and build up their destructive paths against me.
13. They break up my path; they succeed in destroying me without anyone helping them.
14. As through a wide breach they come; amid the ruins they come rolling in.
15. Terrors are turned on me; they chase away my honor like the wind, and like a cloud my deliverance vanishes.