Of what use is the strength of their hands to me? all force is gone from them.
But now those who are younger than I make sport of me; those whose fathers I would not have put with the dogs of my flocks.
They are wasted for need of food, biting the dry earth; their only hope of life is in the waste land.
Let your mind be turned to your Maker in the days of your strength, while the evil days come not, and the years are far away when you will say, I have no pleasure in them;