All her people sighing, seeking bread; they gave from their delights for food to turn back the soul: see, O Jehovah, and regard; for I was despised.

From height he sent fire into my bones, and it brought them down: he spread a net for my feet, he turned me away behind: he gave me desolation, being sad all the day.

They sat upon the earth; the old men of the daughter of Zion were silent; they brought up the dust upon their head: they girded on sackcloth: the virgins of Jerusalem brought down their head to the earth.

To their mothers will they say, Where the grain and wine? in their languishing as the wounded in the broad places of the city, in the pouring out of their soul into their mothers bosom.

Thou wilt call as the day of appointment my sojourning from round about, and in the day of the anger of Jehovah there was no escaping and surviving: those I bore upon my hands and brought up, the enemy finished.

He led me and he brought darkness and not light

He brought the sons of his quiver into my reins.

Hunting, they hunted me as a bird, mine enemies, gratuitously.

The tongue of the suckling adhered to his palate in thirst: the young children asked for bread, none breaking bread to them.

They hunted our steps from going in our broad places: our end drew near, our days were completed; for our end came.

We gave the hand to Egypt, to Assur, to be filled with bread.

With our souls we shall bring our bread from the face of the sword of the desert