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"But now they 1laugh at me, men who are 2younger than I, whose fathers I would have disdained to set with the dogs of my flock.
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What could I gain from the strength of their hands, 3men whose 4vigor is gone?
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Through want and hard hunger they 5gnaw 6the dry ground by night in 7waste and desolation;
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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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8They 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 9the rocks.
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Among the bushes they 10bray; under 11the 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 12song; I am 13a byword to them.