Lamentations 5:8

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.

Our fathers sinned, and are no more.

We have borne their iniquities.

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.

They ravished the women in Zion,

the virgins in the cities of Judah.