All her people sigh; they seek bread. They have given their desirable things for food to relieve the soul. See, O Jehovah, and look on me, for I have become vile.

Jehovah has cast off His altar; He rejected His sanctuary; He has given up the walls of her palaces into the hater's hand. They gave a noise in the house of Jehovah, as a day of meeting.

We are pursued on our necks; we grow weary; rest is not given to us.

We have given the hand to Egypt, to Assyria, to be satisfied with bread.