Yea, whereto might the strength of their hands profit me, in whom old age was perished?
But now they that are younger than I have me in derision, whose fathers I would have disdained to have set with the dogs of my flock.
For want and famine they were solitary; fleeing into the wilderness in former time desolate and waste:
Remember now thy Creator in the days of thy youth, while the evil days come not, nor the years draw nigh, when thou shalt say, I have no pleasure in them;