By the brush they would gather herbs from the salt marshes, and the root of the broom tree was their food.
while he went a day’s journey into the desert. He went and sat down under a shrub and asked the Lord to take his life: “I’ve had enough! Now, O Lord, take my life. After all, I’m no better than my ancestors.”
gaunt with want and hunger, they would gnaw the parched land, in former time desolate and waste.
They were banished from the community – people shouted at them like they would shout at thieves –
Amos replied to Amaziah, “I was not a prophet by profession. No, I was a herdsman who also took care of sycamore fig trees.
He was longing to eat the carob pods the pigs were eating, but no one gave him anything.