They gather tasteless shrubs for food and firewood,
then walked another whole day into the desert. Finally, he came to a large bush and sat down in its shade. He begged the LORD, "I've had enough. Just let me die! I'm no better off than my ancestors."
They must claw the desert sand in the dark for something to satisfy their hunger.
and they are run out of towns, as though they were thieves.
I answered: I'm not a prophet! And I wasn't trained to be a prophet. I am a shepherd, and I take care of fig trees.
He would have been glad to eat what the pigs were eating, but no one gave him a thing.
