3
They are gaunt from lack and famine. They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of waste and desolation.
4
They pluck salt herbs by the bushes. The roots of the broom are their food.
5
They are driven forth from the midst of men; They cry after them as after a thief;
6
So that they dwell in frightful valleys, And in holes of the earth and of the rocks.
7
Among the bushes they bray; And under the nettles they are gathered together.
8
They are children of fools, yes, children of base men. They were flogged out of the land.