¹¹ All her people groaned
    as they searched for food.
They traded their valuables in order to eat,
    to keep themselves alive.^[a]
Look, Lord, and see
    how I have become dishonored.

¹² May it not befall you,^[b]
    all who pass along the road!
Look and see:
    Is there any grief
like my grief
    dealt out to me,
by which the Lord afflicted me
    in the time of his fierce wrath?

¹³ He sent fire from on high,^[c]
    making it penetrate my bones.^[d]
He stretched out a net at my feet,
    forcing me to turn back.
He made me desolate;
    I’m fainting all day long.