They plucked mallow , among the shrubs, and the roots of the broom tree were their food.
He longed to eat his fill from the pods that the pigs were eating, but no one would give him anything.
So Amos answered Amaziah, ‘I was not a prophet or the son of a prophet; , rather, I was a herdsman, and I took care of sycamore figs.
but he went on a day’s journey into the wilderness. He sat down under a broom tree and prayed that he might die. He said, ‘I have had enough! Lord, take my life, for I’m no better than my ancestors.’
Emaciated from poverty and hunger, they gnawed the dry land, the desolate wasteland by night.
They were banished from human society; people shouted at them as if they were thieves.