Treasury of Scripture Knowledge
The tongue of the sucking child cleaveth to the roof of his mouth for thirst: the young children ask bread, and no man breaketh it unto them.
My strength was dried up as the potsherd, and my tongue cleaving to my jaws; and thou wilt set me for the dust of death.
My tongue shall cleave to in palate, if I remember thee not; if I bring not up Jerusalem upon the head of my joy.
And woe to those having in the womb, and to those giving suck, in those days!
And woe to them having in the womb, and to them giving suck in those days!