2. Of what use is the strength of their hands to me, men in whom ripe age has perished?
3. They are gaunt from lack and famine. They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of waste and desolation.
4. They pluck salt herbs by the bushes. The roots of the broom are their food.
5. They are driven out from among men. They cry after them as after a thief;
6. So that they dwell in frightful valleys, and in holes of the earth and of the rocks.
7. Among the bushes they bray; and under the nettles they are gathered together.