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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.
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They were sons of fools, Yes, sons of vile men; They were scourged from the land.
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"And now I am their taunting song; Yes, I am their byword.
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They abhor me, they keep far from me; They do not hesitate to spit in my face.
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Because He has loosed my bowstring and afflicted me, They have cast off restraint before me.
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At my right hand the rabble arises; They push away my feet, And they raise against me their ways of destruction.
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They break up my path, They promote my calamity; They have no helper.
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They come as broad breakers; Under the ruinous storm they roll along.