They say to their mothers,
“Where is grain and wine?”
As they faint like a wounded man
In the streets of the city,
As their life is poured out
On their mothers’ bosom.

All your enemies
Have opened their mouths wide against you;
They hiss and gnash their teeth.
They say, “We have swallowed her up!
Surely this is the day for which we waited;
We have reached it, we have seen it.”

So I say, “My strength has perished,
And so has my hope from the Lord.”

“The Lord is my portion,” says my soul,
“Therefore I have hope in Him.”