Yes, ¹  my spirit was bitter, ²  and my insides felt sharp pain. ³ 

My God, rescue me from the power ¹  of the wicked, from the hand of the cruel oppressor!

So the people took their dough before the yeast was added, ¹  with their kneading troughs bound up in their clothing on their shoulders.

They are all like bakers, ¹  they ²  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, ¹  dressed in bright red, coming from Bozrah? ²  Who ³  is this one wearing royal attire, ⁴  who marches confidently ⁵  because of his great strength? “It is I, the one who announces vindication, and who is able to deliver!” ⁶ 

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 ¹  of Egypt and were not able to delay, they ²  could not prepare ³  food for themselves either.