What use to me was the strength of their hands? Their vigour had left them.
But now they mock me, men younger than I am, whose fathers I would have refused to put with my sheep dogs.
Emaciated from poverty and hunger, they gnawed the dry land, the desolate wasteland by night.
So remember your Creator in the days of your youth: Before the days of adversity come, and the years approach when you will say, ‘I have no delight in them’;