Lamentations 5:7

We must pay for water to drink.

Our wood is sold to us.

Our pursuers are on our necks.

We are weary, and have no rest.

We have given our hands to the Egyptians,

and to the Assyrians, to be satisfied with bread.

Servants rule over us.

There is no one to deliver us out of their hand.

We get our bread at the peril of our lives,

because of the sword in the wilderness.

Our skin is black like an oven,

because of the burning heat of famine.