Yea, the strength of their hands, whereto should it profit me?\par\tab Men in whom ripe age is perished.
But now they that are younger than I have me in derision,\par\tab Whose fathers I disdained to set with the dogs of my flock.
They are gaunt with want and famine;\par\tab They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of wasteness and desolation.
Remember also thy Creator in the days of thy youth, before the evil days come, and the years draw nigh, when thou shalt say, I have no pleasure in them;