1 But now they that are younger than I have me in derision, whose fathers I would have disdained to have set with the dogs of my flock. |
2 Yea, whereto might the strength of their hands profit me, in whom old age was perished? |
3 For want and famine they were solitary; fleeing into the wilderness in former time desolate and waste. |
4 Who cut up mallows by the bushes, and juniper roots for their meat. |
5 They were driven forth from among men, (they cried after them as after a thief;) |
6 To dwell in the clifts of the valleys, in caves of the earth, and in the rocks. |
7 Among the bushes they brayed; under the nettles they were gathered together. |
8 They were children of fools, yea, children of base men: they were viler than the earth. |
9 And now am I their song, yea, I am their byword. |
10 They abhor me, they flee far from me, and spare not to spit in my face. |
11 Because he hath loosed my cord, and afflicted me, they have also let loose the bridle before me. |
12 Upon my right hand rise the youth; they push away my feet, and they raise up against me the ways of their destruction. |
13 They mar my path, they set forward my calamity, they have no helper. |
14 They came upon me as a wide breaking in of waters: in the desolation they rolled themselves upon me. |
