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10 sons I thought were friends of mine, but they were shearing their sheep, and they wouldn't listen to me.

It's a pity indeed for any person to have no place of their own.

. That’s true for you indeed, and it's long I'm on the roads since I first went wandering.

. It is a wonder you are not worn out with so much wandering.

. Sometimes my feet are tired and my hands are quiet, but there is no quiet in my heart. When the people see me quiet, they think old age has come on me and that all the stir has gone out of me. But when the trouble is on me I must be talking to my friends.

. What was it put you wandering?

. Too many strangers in the house.

. Indeed you look as if you'd had your share of trouble.

. I have had trouble indeed.

. What was it put the trouble on you?

. My land that was taken from me.

. Was it much land they took from you?

. My four beautiful green fields.