“We get our bread
At the peril
Of our lives,
Because of the sword
In the wilderness.
Our skin is black
As an oven
From the scorching heat
Of famine.”
Once again in the first person plural, they complain about their living conditions. They have trouble getting bread. They are afraid of the wilderness, because they could die there. Their skin is turning black from the sun with famine all around them. Black skin was considered bad.