They turn the needy out of the way: The poor of the earth all hide themselves.
Behold, as wild asses in the desert They go forth to their work, seeking diligently for food; The wilderness (yieldeth) them bread for their children.
They cut their provender in the field; And they glean the vintage of the wicked.
They lie all night naked without clothing, And have no covering in the cold.
They are wet with the showers of the mountains, And embrace the rock for want of a shelter.
Yea, the strength of their hands, whereto should it profit me? Men in whom ripe age is perished.
They are gaunt with want and famine; They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of wasteness and desolation.
They pluck salt-wort by the bushes; And the roots of the broom are 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 nettles they are gathered together.
(They are) children of fools, yea, children of base men; They were scouraged out of the land.