Yea, how might the strength of their hands profit me, in whom vigor has perished?
But now they that are younger than I hold me in derision, whose fathers I would have disdained to have set with the dogs of my flock.
From want and famine they are gaunt; fleeing of late into the wilderness, desolate and waste.
Remember now your Creator in the days of your youth, while the evil days come not, nor the years draw near, when you shall say, I have no pleasure in them;