³³ You will be filled with drunkenness and sorrow,
    the cup of ruin and desolation,
    the cup of your sister Samaria.^(A)

⁹ We get our bread at the risk of our lives
    because of the sword in the desert.

⁴ My heart is blighted and withered like grass;^(A)
    I forget to eat my food.^(B)
5 In my distress I groan aloud^(C)
    and am reduced to skin and bones.
⁶ I am like a desert owl,^(D)
    like an owl among the ruins.
⁷ I lie awake;^(E) I have become
    like a bird alone^(F) on a roof.
⁸ All day long my enemies^(G) taunt me;^(H)
    those who rail against me use my name as a curse.^(I)
9 For I eat ashes^(J) as my food
    and mingle my drink with tears^(K)

⁵ You have fed them with the bread of tears;^(A)
    you have made them drink tears by the bowlful.^(B)

²⁴ For sighing^(A) has become my daily food;^(B)
    my groans^(C) pour out like water.^(D)