VIN(i)
1 "But now they mock me; men who are far younger than I, whose fathers I've would have hated to entrust with my own sheep dogs.
2 Of what use is the strength of their hands to me? all force is gone from them.
3 Withered up through want and hunger, they flee into waste places long since desolate and desert:
4 They pluck salt herbs by the bushes. The roots of the broom are their food.
5 they are driven from the midst; they shouted against them as a thief;
6 They dwelt in the clifts of the valleys, in caves of the earth, and in the rocks.
7 They bray among the bushes; they huddle together under the nettles;
8 Sons of fools, and sons of nameless sires, they are driven out of the land.
9 "But now I am their mocking song, and I have become a byword for them.
10 They abhor me, they keep their distance from me, and do not hesitate to spit in my face.
11 But God has loosened his cord and afflicted me; so they've cast off all restraints in my presence.
12 On the right hand the brood rises up; they put me to flight, and they build up their siege ramps against me.