Yea, the strength of their hands, whereto should it profit me? Men in whom ripe age is perished.
But now they that are younger than I have me in derision, Whose fathers I disdained to set with the dogs of my flock.
They are gaunt with want and famine; They gnaw the dry ground; in the gloom of wasteness and desolation.
Remember also thy Creator in the days of thy youth, or ever the evil days come, and the years draw nigh, when thou shalt say, I have no pleasure in them;