All her people sigh, they seek bread; they have given their pleasant things for food to refresh the soul: look, Yahweh, and see; for I am become abject.

The tongue of the nursing child clings to the roof of his mouth for thirst: The young children ask bread, and no man breaks it to them.

We have given the hand to the Egyptians, To the Assyrians, to be satisfied with bread.

We get our bread at the peril of our lives, Because of the sword of the wilderness.