They pluck mallukh by the bushes. The roots of the broom are their food.
But he himself went a day's journey into the wilderness, and came and sat down under a juniper tree: and he requested for himself that he might die, and said, It is enough; now, O LORD, take away my life; for I am not better than my fathers.
They are gaunt from lack and famine. They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of waste and desolation.
They are driven out from the midst of men. They cry after them as after a thief;
Then `Amos answered Amatzyah, *I was no prophet, neither was I a prophet's son; but I was a herdsman, and a farmer of sycamore figs;
He wanted to fill his belly with the husks that the pigs ate, but no one gave him any.