Indeed, what profit is the strength of their hands to me?
Their vigor has perished.
They are gaunt from want and famine,
Fleeing late to the wilderness, desolate and waste,
Who pluck [a]mallow by the bushes,
And broom tree roots for their food.

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Footnotes

  1. Job 30:4 A plant of the salty marshes

Yea, whereto might the strength of their hands profit me, in whom old age was perished?

For want and famine they were solitary; fleeing into the wilderness in former time desolate and waste.

Who cut up mallows by the bushes, and juniper roots for their meat.

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Indeed, what good was the strength of their hands to me?
Vigor had perished from them.
From poverty and famine they are gaunt,
They who gnaw at the dry ground by night in waste and desolation,
Who pluck saltweed by the bushes,
And whose food is the root of the broom shrub.

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Of what use was the strength of their hands to me,
    since their vigor had gone from them?
Haggard from want and hunger,
    they roamed[a] the parched land(A)
    in desolate wastelands(B) at night.(C)
In the brush they gathered salt herbs,(D)
    and their food[b] was the root of the broom bush.(E)

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  1. Job 30:3 Or gnawed
  2. Job 30:4 Or fuel