they pick mallow and the leaves of bushes and to warm themselves the roots of broom.
He would gladly have filled his stomach with the pods that the pigs were eating, and no one gave him anything.
Then Amos answered Amaziah, “I am no prophet nor a prophet’s son, but I am a herdsman and a dresser of sycamore trees,
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.