TSK · Luke 15:16

They pluck salt herbs by the bushes. The roots of the broom are their food.

Look on my right, and see; for there is no one who is concerned for me. Refuge has fled from me. No one cares for my soul.

Why do you spend money for that which is not bread? and your labor for that which doesn't satisfy? listen diligently to me, and eat you that which is good, and let your soul delight itself in fatness.

Those who did feed delicately are desolate in the streets: Those who were brought up in scarlet embrace dunghills.

He said, "I called because of my affliction to Yahweh. He answered me. Out of the belly of Sheol I cried. You heard my voice.