I called for my lovers, but they deceived me. My priests and my elders perished in the city, while they searched for food to refresh their souls.

Your prophets have seen for you false and deceptive visions. They have not uncovered your iniquity, to bring back your captivity, but have seen for you false and misleading oracles.

But this I call to my mind; therefore I have hope:

Let him put his mouth to the dust, there may yet be hope.

Fear and the pit have come on us, devastation and destruction.

They have cut off my life in a pit, and have cast a stone on me.

I called on your name, LORD, out of the depths of the pit.

Even the jackals offer the breast, they nurse their young ones, but the daughter of my people has become cruel, like the ostriches in the wilderness.

The nursing infant's tongue sticks to the roof of his mouth for thirst. The young children ask for bread, but no one gives to them.