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they pick saltwort and the leaves of bushes, and the roots of the broom tree for their food.
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1They are driven out from human company; they shout after them as after a thief.
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In the gullies of the torrents they must dwell, in holes of the earth and of 2the rocks.
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Among the bushes they 3bray; under 4the nettles they huddle together.
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A senseless, a nameless brood, they have been whipped out of the land.
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"And now I have become their 5song; I am 6a byword to them.
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They 7abhor me; they keep aloof from me; they do not hesitate to 8spit at the sight of me.
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Because God has loosed my cord and humbled me, they have cast off restraint in my presence.
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On my 9right hand the rabble rise; they push away my feet; they 10cast up against me their ways of destruction.
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They break up my path; they promote my 11calamity; they need no one to help them.
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As through a wide 12breach they come; amid the crash they roll on.