Lamentations 4:8-10

8Their visage is darker than blackness, they are not known in the streets; their skin cleaveth to their bones, it is withered, it is become like a stick.

9The slain with the sword are happier than the slain with hunger; for these pine away, stricken through for want of the fruits of the field.

10The hands of pitiful women have boiled their own children: they were their meat in the ruin of the daughter of my people.