✧1“But now those who are younger than I have me in derision, whose fathers I considered unworthy to put with my sheep dogs. Copy✧2Of what use is the strength of their hands to me, men in whom ripe age has perished? Copy✧3They are gaunt from lack and famine. They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of waste and desolation. Copy✧4They pluck salt herbs by the bushes. The roots of the broom tree are their food. Copy✧5They are driven out from among men. They cry after them as after a thief, Copy✧6so that they live in frightful valleys, and in holes of the earth and of the rocks. Copy✧7They bray among the bushes. They are gathered together under the nettles. Copy✧8They are children of fools, yes, children of wicked men. They were flogged out of the land. Copy✧