They pluck salt herbs by the bushes, and broom tree roots for their food.
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,
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.
“And he was longing to fill his stomach with the pods which the pigs were eating, and no one gave to him.