^{3 Ref} They are gaunt from lack and famine. They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of waste and desolation.

^{4 Ref} They pluck salt herbs by the bushes. 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, And in holes of the earth and of the rocks.

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