The fatherless child is snatched from the breast, the infant of the poor is taken as a pledge.

Kings will be your children's guardians; their princesses will nurse your children. With their faces to the ground they will bow down to you and they will lick the dirt on your feet. Then you will recognize that I am the Lord; those who wait patiently for me are not put to shame.

You will drink the milk of nations; you will nurse at the breasts of kings. Then you will recognize that I, the Lord, am your deliverer, your protector, the powerful ruler of Jacob.

For you will nurse from her satisfying breasts and be nourished; you will feed with joy from her milk-filled breasts.