Translations
They cry to their mothers, "Where is the bread? Where is the wine?" — collapsing like the dying in the city squares, their very lives draining away in the arms of their mothers.
They cry to their mothers, "Where is grain and wine?" — as they faint like the slain in the open squares of the city, as their very life-breath pours out into the bosom of their mothers.
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.
They cry out to their mothers: “Where is the grain and wine?” as they faint like the wounded in the streets of the city, as their lives fade away in the arms of their mothers.

