those plucking mallows by the bushes, and broom roots for their food.
And he himself went a day's journey into the wilderness, and came and sat down under a broom tree. And he begged for his life, that he might die. And he said, It is enough. O Jehovah, take away my life. For I am no better than my fathers.
They are dried up with want and famine; they who gnaw the dry ground, which was before waste and ruin,
They are driven forth from the midst; they cried against them as a thief.
Then Amos answered and said to Amaziah: I was no prophet, nor was I a prophet's son. But I was a herdsman and a gatherer from sycamore trees.
And he was longing to fill his belly with the husks that the pigs ate, and no one gave to him.