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Of what use was the strength of their hands to me, since their vigor had gone from them?

What could I gain from the strength of their hands, men whose vigor is gone?

A lot of good they are to me— those worn-out wretches!

What use to me was the strength of their hands? Their vigor had left them.

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

Indeed, what profit is the strength of their hands to me? Their vigor has perished.

“But no longer. Now I’m the butt of their jokes— young thugs! whippersnappers! Why, I considered their fathers mere inexperienced pups. But they are worse than dogs—good for nothing, stray, mangy animals, Half-starved, scavenging the back alleys, howling at the moon; Homeless ragamuffins chewing on old bones and licking old tin cans; Outcasts from the community, cursed as dangerous delinquents. Nobody would put up with them; they were driven from the neighborhood. You could hear them out there at the edge of town, yelping and barking, huddled in junkyards, A gang of beggars and no-names, thrown out on their ears.

“Indeed, what good was the strength of their hands to me? Vigor had perished from them.

“Indeed, how could the strength of their hands profit me? Vigor had perished from them.

Moreover, the strength of their hands – what use was it to me? Men whose strength had perished