Job 30
3 Ref With want and with famine gloomy, Those fleeing to a dry place, Formerly a desolation and waste,
4 Ref Those cropping mallows near a shrub, And broom-roots `is' their food.
5 Ref From the midst they are cast out, (They shout against them as a thief),
6 Ref In a frightful place of valleys to dwell, Holes of earth and clefts.
7 Ref Among shrubs they do groan, Under nettles they are gathered together.
8 Ref Sons of folly -- even sons without name, They have been smitten from the land.
9 Ref And now, their song I have been, And I am to them for a byword.