¹⁸ `Son of man, thy bread in haste thou dost eat, and thy water with trembling and with fear thou dost drink;

²⁶ `In My breaking to you the staff of bread, then ten women have baked your bread in one oven, and have given back your bread by weight; and ye have eaten, and are not satisfied.

¹⁶ And He saith unto me, `Son of man, lo, I am breaking the staff of bread in Jerusalem, and they have eaten bread by weight and with fear; and water by measure and with astonishment, they do drink;

¹⁷ so that they lack bread and water, and have been astonished one with another, and been consumed in their iniquity.

⁹ With our lives we bring in our bread, Because of the sword of the wilderness.

⁴ Smitten as the herb, and withered, is my heart, For I have forgotten to eat my bread.

⁵ From the voice of my sighing Hath my bone cleaved to my flesh.

⁶ I have been like to a pelican of the wilderness, I have been as an owl of the dry places.

⁷ I have watched, and I am As a bird alone on the roof.

⁸ All the day mine enemies reproached me, Those mad at me have sworn against me.

⁹ Because ashes as bread I have eaten, And my drink with weeping have mingled,

⁵ Thou hast caused them to eat bread of tears, And causest them to drink With tears a third time.

² Thou hast caused the land to tremble, Thou hast broken it, Heal its breaches, for it hath moved.

³ Thou hast shewn Thy people a hard thing, Thou hast caused us to drink wine of trembling.

²⁴ For before my food, my sighing cometh, And poured out as waters `are' my roarings.

⁶⁵ `And among those nations thou dost not rest, yea, there is no resting-place for the sole of thy foot, and Jehovah hath given to thee there a trembling heart, and failing of eyes, and grief of soul;

⁴⁸ thou hast served thine enemies, whom Jehovah sendeth against thee, in hunger, and in thirst, and in nakedness, and in lack of all things; and he hath put a yoke of iron on thy neck, till He hath destroyed thee.

³⁶ `And those who are left of you -- I have also brought a faintness into their heart in the lands of their enemies, and the sound of a leaf driven away hath pursued them, and they have fled -- flight from a sword -- and they have fallen, and there is none pursuing.

³³ With drunkenness and sorrow thou art filled, A cup of astonishment and desolation, The cup of thy sister Samaria.