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.

And thou have removed my soul far off from peace. I forgot prosperity.

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

LORD is my portion, says my soul, therefore I will hope in him.

LORD is good to those who wait for him, to the soul who seeks him.

My eye stirs my soul, because of all the daughters of my city.

O LORD, thou have pleaded the causes of my soul. Thou have redeemed my life.