Lamentations 2:12 ~ Lamentations 2:12

T hey keep crying to their mothers, Where is corn and wine ? as they faint like wounded men in the streets of the city, as their lives ebb away on their mothers’ bosom.

To their mothers they say, `Where corn and wine?' In their becoming feeble as a pierced one In the broad places of the city, In their soul pouring itself out into the bosom of their mothers.

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