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But now they that are younger than I have me in derision, whose fathers I would have disdained to have set with the dogs of my flock.
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Yea, whereto might the strength of their hands profit me, in whom old age was perished?
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For want and famine they were solitary; fleeing into the wilderness in former time desolate and waste.
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Who cut up mallows by the bushes, and juniper roots for their meat.
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They were driven forth from among men, (they cried after them as after a thief;)
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To dwell in the clifts of the valleys, in caves of the earth, and in the rocks.
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Among the bushes they brayed; under the nettles they were gathered together.
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They were children of fools, yea, children of base men: they were viler than the earth.
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And now am I their song, yea, I am their byword.
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They abhor me, they flee far from me, and spare not to spit in my face.