2. Also--the power of their hands, why [is it] to me? On them hath old age perished.
3. With want and with famine gloomy, Those fleeing to a dry place, Formerly a desolation and waste,
4. Those cropping mallows near a shrub, And broom-roots [is] their food.
5. From the midst they are cast out, (They shout against them as a thief),
6. In a frightful place of valleys to dwell, Holes of earth and clefts.
7. Among shrubs they do groan, Under nettles they are gathered together.