11 All her people groan seeking bread; They have given their precious things for food To restore their lives themselves. "See, O LORD , and look, For I am despised."
16 "For these things I weep; My eyes run down with water; Because far from me is a comforter, One who restores my soul. My children are desolate Because the enemy has prevailed."
19 "I called to my lovers, but they deceived me; My priests and my elders perished in the city While they sought food to restore their strength themselves.
12 They say to their mothers, "Where is grain and wine?" As they faint like a wounded man In the streets of the city, As their life is poured out On their mothers' bosom.
19 "Arise, cry aloud in the night At the beginning of the night watches; Pour out your heart like water Before the presence of the Lord ; Lift up your hands to Him For the life of your little ones Who are faint because of hunger At the head of every street."
17 My soul has been rejected from peace; I have forgotten happiness.
20 Surely my soul remembers And is bowed down within me.
24 "The LORD is my portion," says my soul, "Therefore I have hope in Him." 25 The LORD is good to those who wait for Him, To the person who seeks Him.
51 My eyes bring pain to my soul Because of all the daughters of my city.
58 O Lord , You have pleaded my soul's cause; You have redeemed my life.
9 We get our bread at the risk of our lives Because of the sword in the wilderness.