2 What could I gain from the strength of their hands,
3 Through want and hard hunger
they mgnaw nthe dry ground by night in owaste and desolation;
4 they pick saltwort and the leaves of bushes,
and the roots of the broom tree for their food.1
5 pThey are driven out from human company;
they shout after them as after a thief.
6 In the gullies of the torrents they must dwell,
in holes of the earth and of qthe rocks.
7 Among the bushes they rbray;
under sthe nettles they huddle together.
8 A senseless, a nameless brood,
they have been whipped out of the land.
4 They qthrust the poor off the road;
the poor of the earth rall hide themselves.
5 Behold, like wild donkeys in the desert
the poor1 sgo out to their toil, tseeking game;
the wasteland yields food for their children.
6 They gather their2 fodder in the field,
and they glean the vineyard of the wicked man.
7 They ulie all night naked, without clothing,
and have no covering in the cold.
8 They are wet with the rain of the mountains
and vcling to the rock for lack of shelter.
