Yes, my spirit was bitter, and my insides felt sharp pain.

My God, rescue me from the power of the wicked, from the hand of the cruel oppressor!

So the people took their dough before the yeast was added, with their kneading troughs bound up in their clothing on their shoulders.

They are all like bakers, they are like a smoldering oven; they are like a baker who does not stoke the fire until the kneaded dough is ready for baking.

Who is this who comes from Edom, dressed in bright red, coming from Bozrah? Who is this one wearing royal attire, who marches confidently because of his great strength? “It is I, the one who announces vindication, and who is able to deliver!”

They baked cakes of bread without yeast using the dough they had brought from Egypt, for it was made without yeast – because they were thrust out of Egypt and were not able to delay, they could not prepare food for themselves either.