All her people sigh, they seek bread; they have given their precious things for food to revive their soul. See, Jehovah, and consider, for I am become vile.

The Lord hath swallowed up all the dwellings of Jacob, and hath not spared; he hath thrown down in his wrath the strongholds of the daughter of Judah: he hath brought them down to the ground; he hath profaned the kingdom and the princes thereof.

Thou hast called up, as on the day of a set feast, my terrors on every side; and in the day of Jehovah's anger there was none that escaped or remained: those that I have nursed and brought up hath mine enemy consumed.

Me hath he led, and brought into darkness, and not into light.

They that are mine enemies without cause have chased me sore like a bird.

The tongue of the sucking child cleaveth to the roof of his mouth for thirst; the young children ask bread, no man breaketh it unto them.

They that fed delicately are desolate in the streets; they that were brought up in scarlet embrace dung-hills.

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

We have to get our bread at the risk of our lives, because of the sword of the wilderness.