All her people groan seeking bread;
They have given their precious things for food
To restore their lives themselves.
“See, O Lord, and look,
For I am despised.”

The tongue of the infant cleaves
To the roof of its mouth because of thirst;
The little ones ask for bread,
But no one breaks it for them.

We have submitted to Egypt and Assyria to get enough bread.

We get our bread at the risk of our lives
Because of the sword in the wilderness.