All her people sigh, they seek bread; they have given their treasures for food to relieve the soul: see, O LORD, and consider; for I have become despised.

From above has he sent fire into my bones, and it prevails against them: he has spread a net for my feet, he has turned me back: he has made me desolate and faint all the day.

The Lord has trodden under foot all my mighty men in the midst of me: he has called an assembly against me to crush my young men: the Lord has trodden the virgin, the daughter of Judah, as in a winepress.

I called for my lovers, but they deceived me: my priests and my elders died in the city, while they sought their food to relieve their souls.

To crush under his feet all the prisoners of the earth,

The hands of the compassionate women have boiled their own children: they were their food in the destruction of the daughter of my people.