The fatherless child is snatched ¹  from the breast, ²  the infant of the poor is taken as a pledge. ³ 

Yes, you are the one who brought me out ¹  from the womb and made me feel secure on my mother’s breasts.

I fed you milk, ¹  not solid food, for you were not yet ready. In fact, you are still not ready,

As for Nob, the city of the priests, he struck down with the sword men and women, children and infants, oxen, donkeys, and sheep – all with the sword.

He said, “About this time next year ¹  you will be holding a son.” She said, “No, my master! O prophet, do not lie to your servant!”

The Beloved to Her Lover: Oh, how I wish you were ¹  my little brother, ²  nursing at my mother’s breasts; if I saw ³  you outside, I could kiss you – surely ⁴  no one would despise me! ⁵ 

So go now and strike down the Amalekites. Destroy everything that they have. Don’t spare ¹  them. Put them to death – man, woman, child, infant, ox, sheep, camel, and donkey alike.’”