All her people sigh, they seek bread; They have given their pleasant things for food to refresh the soul: See, O Jehovah, and behold; for I am become abject.

For these things I weep; mine eye, mine eye runneth down with water; Because the comforter that should refresh my soul is far from me: My children are desolate, because the enemy hath prevailed.

They say to their mothers, Where is grain and wine? When they swoon as the wounded in the streets of the city, When their soul is poured out into their mothers bosom.

And thou hast removed my soul far off from peace; I forgat prosperity.

My soul hath them still in remembrance, and is bowed down within me.

Jehovah is my portion, saith my soul; therefore will I hope in him.

Jehovah is good unto them that wait for him, to the soul that seeketh him.

Mine eye affecteth my soul, because of all the daughters of my city.

O Lord, thou hast pleaded the causes of my soul; thou hast redeemed my life.