All her people groaned as they searched for food. They traded their valuables in order to eat, to keep themselves alive. Look, LORD, and see how I have become dishonored.

He sent fire from on high, making it penetrate my bones. He stretched out a net at my feet, forcing me to turn back. He made me desolate; I'm fainting all day long.

Those who die by the sword are better off than those who die from starvation, who slowly waste away like those pierced through for lack of food from the fields.

With their own hands, compassionate women boil their own children they become their food when my beloved people were destroyed.

We made a deal with the Egyptians and the Assyrians for the price of food.

We risk our lives to obtain our food, facing death in the desert.