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- "But now they mock me, men younger than I, whose fathers I would have disdained to put with my sheep dogs.
- 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 the parched land in desolate wastelands at night.
- In the brush they gathered salt herbs, and their food was the root of the broom tree.
- They were banished from their fellow men, shouted at as if they were thieves.
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