MSTC(i)
1 But now, they that are mine inferiors and younger than I, have me in derision; yea even they, whose fathers I would have thought scorn to have set with the dogs of my cattle.
2 The power and strength of their hands might do me no good, and as for their age, it is spent and past away without any profit.
3 For very misery and hunger, they went about in the wilderness like wretches and beggars,
4 plucking up herbs from among the bushes, and the Juniper's root was their meat.
5 And when they were driven forth, men cried after them, as it had been after a thief.
6 Their dwelling was beside foul brooks, yea in the caves and dens of the earth.
7 Upon the dry heath went they about crying, and under the thorns they gathered themselves together.
8 They were children of fools and villains, which are dead away from the world.
9 Now am I their song, and am become their jesting stock;
10 they abhor me, they flee far from me, and stain my face with spittle,
11 for the LORD hath opened his quiver: he hath hit me, and put a bridle in my mouth.
12 Upon my right hand they rose together against me; they have hurt my feet, made a way to destroy me,