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

Yea, when I cry, and call for help, he shuts out my prayer.

Who is he that says, and it comes to pass, when LORD does not command it?

Depart ye, they cried to them. Unclean! Depart, depart, do not touch! When they fled away and wandered, men said among the nations, They shall no more sojourn [here].