All her people sigh; they seek bread. They have given their desirable things for food to relieve the soul. See, O Jehovah, and look on me, for I have become vile.

From above He has sent fire into my bones and it has laid them low. He has spread a net for my feet; He has turned me back; He has made me amazed and faint all the day.

I called for my lovers, but they deceived me; my priests and my elders expired in the city while they sought food for them to bring back their life.

to crush all the prisoners of the earth under His feet;

The hands of the pitying women have boiled their own children; they became their food in the ruin of the daughter of my people.