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"But now they mock at me, men younger than I, Whose fathers I disdained to put with the dogs of my flock.
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Indeed, what profit is the strength of their hands to me? Their vigor has perished.
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They are gaunt from want and famine, Fleeing late to the wilderness, desolate and waste,
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Who pluck mallow by the bushes, And broom tree roots for their food.
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They were driven out from among men, They shouted at them as at a thief.
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They had to live in the clefts of the valleys, In caves of the earth and the rocks.
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Among the bushes they brayed, Under the nettles they nestled.