Klaagliederen 2:12

Ze vragen hun moeders: Waar is koren en wijn? In onmacht zinken ze neer In de straten der stad, Of geven de geest Op de schoot van hun moeders.

They say to their mothers, Where is corn and wine? when they swooned as the wounded in the streets of the city, when their soul was poured out into their mothers’ bosom.