American Standard Version of 1901
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But now they that are younger than I have me in derision,Whose fathers I disdained to set with the dogs of my flock.
Yea, the strength of their hands, whereto should it profit me?Men in whom {Or, vigor}ripe age is perished.
They are gaunt with want and famine; {Or, They flee into the wilderness, into &c.}They gnaw the dry ground, {Or, which yesternight was Or, on the eve of}in the gloom of wasteness and desolation.
They pluck salt-wort by the bushes;And the roots of the broom are {Or, to warm them}their food.
They are driven forth from the midst of men;They cry after them as after a thief;
So that they dwell in frightful valleys,In holes of the earth and of the rocks.
Among the bushes they bray;Under the {Or, wild vetches}nettles they {Or, stretch themselves}are gathered together.
They are children of fools, yea, children of {Hebrew: men of no name.}base men;They {Or, are outcasts from the land}were scouraged out of the land.