The strength of whose hands was to me as nothing: and they were thought unworthy of life itself.
But now the younger in time scorn me, whose fathers I would not have set with the dogs of my flock.
Barren with want and hunger, they gnawed in the wilderness: disfigured with calamity and misery.
Remember thy Creator in the days of thy youth, before the time of affliction come, and the years draw nigh of which thou shalt say: They please me not: