they pick mallow and the leaves of bushes, and to warm themselves the roots of broom.
But he himself went a day's journey into the wilderness, and came and sat down under a solitary broom tree. He asked that he might die: “It is enough; now, O Lord, take away my life, for I am no better than my ancestors.”
Through want and hard hunger they gnaw the dry and desolate ground,
They are driven out from society; people shout after them as after a thief.
Then Amos answered Amaziah, “I am no prophet, nor a prophet's son; but I am a herdsman, and a dresser of sycamore trees,
He would gladly have filled himself with the pods that the pigs were eating; and no one gave him anything.