See, Jehovah, for I am in distress, my bowels are troubled; my heart is turned within me, for I have grievously rebelled: without, the sword hath bereaved me, within, it is as death.

The child and the old man lie on the ground in the streets; my virgins and my young men are fallen by the sword: thou hast slain them in the day of thine anger; thou hast killed, thou hast not spared.

The slain with the sword are happier than the slain with hunger; for these pine away, stricken through for want of the fruits of the field.

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