MSB(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.