All her people sigh, they seek bread; They have given their pleasant things for food to refresh the soul: See, O Jehovah, and behold; for I am become abject.
Caph. Al þe puple þerof was weilinge and sekynge breed, þei yauen alle preciouse thingis for mete, to coumforte þe soule; se thou, Lord, and biholde, for Y am maad vijl.