The tongue of the suckling, cleaveth to the roof of his mouth for thirst, - Young children, have asked bread, there was none, to break, it to them.

To Egypt, have we stretched out our hand, to Assyria, to be satisfied with bread.

At the risk of our life, do we bring in our bread, because of the sword of the desert.

All her people, are sighing, seeking bread, They have given their precious things for food, to bring back life, - Behold, O Yahweh, and discern, that I have become worthless.