^{3 Ref} They are gaunt with want and famine; They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of wasteness and desolation.

^{4 Ref} They pluck salt-wort by the bushes; And the roots of the broom are their food.

^{5 Ref} They are driven forth from the midst `of men'; They cry after them as after a thief;

^{6 Ref} So that they dwell in frightful valleys, In holes of the earth and of the rocks.

^{7 Ref} Among the bushes they bray; Under the nettles they are gathered together.

^{8 Ref} `They are' children of fools, yea, children of base men; They were scourged out of the land.