They pluck salt-wort by the bushes; And the roots of the broom are their food.
And he would fain have filled his belly with the husks that the swine did eat: and no man gave unto him.
Then answered Amos, and said to Amaziah, I was no prophet, neither was I a prophet’s son; but I was a herdsman, and a dresser of sycomore-trees:
But he himself went a day’s journey into the wilderness, and came and sat down under a juniper-tree: and he requested for himself that he might die, and said, It is enough; now, O Jehovah, take away my life; for I am not better than my fathers.
They are gaunt with want and famine; They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of wasteness and desolation.
They are driven forth from the midst of men; They cry after them as after a thief;