They pluck salt herbs by the bushes, and broom tree roots for their food.
“And he was longing to fill his stomach with the pods which the pigs were eating, and no one gave to him.
And Amos answered and said to Amatsyah, “I am not a prophet, nor am I a son of a prophet, for I am a herdsman and a grower of sycamore figs.
But he himself went a day’s journey into the wilderness, and came and sat down under a broom tree, and prayed that he might die, and said, “It is enough! Now, יהוה, take my life, for I am no better than my fathers!”
They are dried up from lack and hunger, they flee to a parched land, formerly a waste and ruin.
They were driven out from among men, they shouted at them as at a thief,