Those now mocked

1But now those younger than I laugh at me, whose fathers I refused to set with the dogs of my flock.

2Even the strength of their hands—what is it to me? Their vigor has perished.

3Through want and hunger they are gaunt, gnawing the dry ground in the night of desolation and waste.

4who pluck salt plants among the bushes, and broom roots are their food.

5They are driven out from society; people shout after them as after a thief.

6They dwell in the ravines of dry streambeds, in holes in the ground and among the rocks.

7Among the bushes they bray; under thorny plants they are gathered together.

8Sons of fools, indeed sons without a name, were beaten out of the land.