My throat is as dry as dust, and my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You have left me for dead in the dust.

May I never be able to sing again if I do not remember you, if I do not think of you as my greatest joy!

Her people groan as they look for something to eat; They exchange their treasures for food to keep themselves alive. "Look at me, LORD," the city cries; "see me in my misery."

My eyes are worn out with weeping; my soul is in anguish. I am exhausted with grief at the destruction of my people. Children and babies are fainting in the streets of the city.

Hungry and thirsty, they cry to their mothers; They fall in the streets as though they were wounded, And slowly die in their mothers' arms.

They will die from hunger and fever; they will die from terrible diseases. I will send wild animals to attack them, and poisonous snakes to bite them.

Would any of you who are fathers give your son a stone when he asks for bread?

As bad as you are, you know how to give good things to your children. How much more, then, will your Father in heaven give good things to those who ask him!