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.

From on high has he sent fire into my bones, and it prevails against them; He has spread a net for my feet, he has turned me back: He has made me desolate and faint all the day.

I called for my lovers, [but] they deceived me: My priests and my elders gave up the spirit in the city, While they sought them food to refresh their souls.

To crush under foot all the prisoners of the earth,

Those who did feed delicately are desolate in the streets: Those who were brought up in scarlet embrace dunghills.

The hands of the pitiful women have boiled their own children; They were their food in the destruction of the daughter of my people.