NSB(i)
1 »Men younger than I am make fun of me now! Their fathers have always been so worthless that I would not let them help dogs guard sheep.
2 »They were a bunch of worn-out men, too weak to do any work for me.
3 »Shriveled up from need and hunger, they gnaw at the dry and barren ground during the night.
4 »They pick mallow (salt herb) from the underbrush, and the roots of the broom plant are their food.
5 »They are driven from the community. People shout at them in the same way they shout at thieves.
6 »They have to live in dry riverbeds (the clefts of the valleys) (wadis), in holes in the ground, and among rocks.
7 »They howl in bushes and huddle together under thorn bushes.
8 »Godless fools and worthless people are forced out of the land with whips.
9 »Now they make fun of me with songs. I have become a joke to them.
10 »Since they consider me disgusting, they keep their distance from me and don't hesitate to spit in my face.