[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.