Among the bushes they gathered salty plants. They ate the roots of desert bushes.
Then he traveled for one day into the desert. He came to a small bush. He sat down under it. He prayed that he would die. “Lord, I’ve had enough,” he said. “Take my life. I’m no better than my people of long ago.”
They were weak because they were needy and hungry. They wandered through dry and empty deserts at night.
They were driven away from human society. They were shouted at as if they were robbers.
Amos answered Amaziah, “I was not a prophet. I wasn’t even the son of a prophet. I was a shepherd. I also took care of sycamore-fig trees.
The son wanted to fill his stomach with the food the pigs were eating. But no one gave him anything.