<p class="poetry">I replied, &#8220;How long, sovereign master?&#8221; He said,p> <p class="poetry">&#8220;Until cities are in ruins and unpopulated,p> <p class="poetry">and houses are uninhabited,p> <p class="poetry">and the land is ruined and devastated,p>

Why should we die before your very eyes, both we and our land? Buy us and our land in exchange for food, and we, with our land, will become<n id="1" /> Pharaoh&#8217;s slaves.<n id="2" /> Give us seed that we may live<n id="3" /> and not die. Then the land will not become desolate.&#8221;<n id="4" />p>

Then the anger of the <sc>Lordsc> will erupt<n id="1" /> against you and he will close up the sky<n id="2" /> so that it does not rain. The land will not yield its produce, and you will soon be removed<n id="3" /> from the good land that the Lord<n id="4" /> is about to give you.