They laugh at me

Men younger than I am

Whose fathers I would have refused

With dogs that guarded my flock

What use was the power of their hands

Their vigor has perished

They are worn out from want and hunger

They gnaw at the parched ground

That was ruined and desolated

They gather preserves from the bushes

Consuming the root of diseased trees

Exiled from their heritage

Ostracized like thiefs

Dwelling on creviced cliffs

In holes in the ground

From thickets they cry out

Intetwined amongst thorns

Sons of the senseless

Cast far away

Mocking hymns

I've become an object of scorn

They detest me

Far away from me they stand

With spit they cover my face

The sun has disarmed me and made me low

There is no mercy in my presence

Barriers of destruction are in my path

There's no one to stop them

Did someone breach the wall

Terror overwhelms me

My dignity is driven away like the wind

My life recedes from me

Held by days of affliction

The gnawing pain never stops

The collar of my garment chokes me

Reduced to dust and ashes

I cry for help but there is no answer

All have turned against me

Tossed about in the storm

Have I not wept for others during hard times

Have I not grieved

I hoped for good but badness came

The churning did not stop

Days of affliction confronted me

There is no sunlight