Indeed, what profit is the strength of their hands to me? Their vigor has perished.
30:1 "But now they mock at me, men younger than I, Whose fathers I disdained to put with the dogs of my flock.
30:2 Indeed, what profit is the strength of their hands to me? Their vigor has perished.
30:3 They are gaunt from want and famine, Fleeing late to the wilderness, desolate and waste,