Those cropping mallows near a shrub, And broom-roots `is' their food.
and he himself hath gone into the wilderness a day's Journey, and cometh and sitteth under a certain retem-tree, and desireth his soul to die, and saith, `Enough, now, O Jehovah, take my soul, for I `am' not better than my fathers.'
With want and with famine gloomy, Those fleeing to a dry place, Formerly a desolation and waste,
From the midst they are cast out, (They shout against them as a thief),
And Amos answereth and saith unto Amaziah, `I `am' no prophet, nor a prophet's son `am' I, but a herdsman I `am', and a cultivator of sycamores,
and he was desirous to fill his belly from the husks that the swine were eating, and no one was giving to him.