BSB(i)
1 “But now they mock me, men younger than I am, whose fathers I would have refused to entrust with my sheep dogs.
2 What use to me was the strength of their hands, since their vigor had left them?
3 Gaunt from poverty and hunger, they gnawed the dry land, and the desolate wasteland by night.
4 They plucked mallow among the shrubs, and the roots of the broom tree were their food.
5 They were banished from among men, shouted down like thieves,
6 so that they lived on the slopes of the wadis, among the rocks and in holes in the ground.
7 They cried out among the shrubs and huddled beneath the nettles.
8 A senseless and nameless brood, they were driven off the land.
9 And now they mock me in song; I have become a byword among them.
10 They abhor me and keep far from me; they do not hesitate to spit in my face.
11 Because God has unstrung my bow and afflicted me, they have cast off restraint in my presence.
12 The rabble arises at my right; they lay snares for my feet and build siege ramps against me.