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.

Jehovah contemned all my mighty ones in my midst: he called an appointment upon me to break my chosen ones: Jehovah trod the wine-press to the virgin, the daughter of Judah.

He will break my teeth with gravel stones, he covered me with ashes.

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

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