CAB(i)
1 But now the youngest have laughed me to scorn; now they reprove me in their turn, whose fathers I set at nought; whom I did not deem worthy to be with my shepherd dogs.
2 Yea, why did I have the strength of their hands? For them the full term of life was lost.
3 One is childless from want and famine, such as they that fled but lately the distress and misery of drought.
4 Who compass the salty places on the sounding shore, who had salt herbs for their food, and were dishonorable and of no repute, in need of every good thing; who also ate roots of trees by reason of great hunger.
5 Thieves have risen up against me,
6 whose houses were the caves of the rocks, who lived under the wild shrubs.
7 They will cry out among the rustling bushes.
8 They are sons of fools and vile men, whose name and glory are quenched from off the earth.
9 But now I am their music, and they have me for a byword.
10 And they stood aloof and abhorred me, and spared not to spit in my face.
11 For He has opened His quiver and afflicted me: they also have cast off the restraint of my presence.
12 They have risen up against me on the right hand of their offspring; they have stretched out their foot, and directed against me the ways of their destruction.