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What use to me was the strength of their hands?
Their vigour had left them.
Emaciated from poverty and hunger,
they gnawed the dry land,
the desolate wasteland by night.
They plucked mallow[a],(A) among the shrubs,
and the roots of the broom tree were their food.

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  1. 30:4 Or saltwort