those plucking mallows by the bushes, and broom roots for their food.
And he was longing to fill his belly with the husks that the pigs ate, and no one gave to him.
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 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.