Have all the workers of iniquity no knowledge, Who eat up my people as they eat bread, And do not call on the Lord?

I have been young, and now am old; Yet I have not seen the righteous forsaken, Nor his descendants begging bread.

Even my own familiar friend in whom I trusted, Who ate my bread, Has lifted up his heel against me.

Have the workers of iniquity no knowledge, Who eat up my people as they eat bread, And do not call upon God?

Behold, He struck the rock, So that the waters gushed out, And the streams overflowed. Can He give bread also? Can He provide meat for His people?”

Had rained down manna on them to eat, And given them of the bread of heaven.

You have fed them with the bread of tears, And given them tears to drink in great measure.

My heart is stricken and withered like grass, So that I forget to eat my bread.

For I have eaten ashes like bread, And mingled my drink with weeping,

And wine that makes glad the heart of man, Oil to make his face shine, And bread which strengthens man’s heart.

Moreover He called for a famine in the land; He destroyed all the provision of bread.

The people asked, and He brought quail, And satisfied them with the bread of heaven.

Let his children continually be vagabonds, and beg; Let them seek their bread also from their desolate places.

It is vain for you to rise up early, To sit up late, To eat the bread of sorrows; For so He gives His beloved sleep.

I will abundantly bless her provision; I will satisfy her poor with bread.