to eat my # 33_MIC_07_01 # Woe is me! for I am as when they have gathered the summer fruits, as the grapegleanings of the vintage: [there is] no cluster to eat: my soul desired the firstripe fruit. 
to eat my # 19_PSA_102_04 # My heart is smitten, and withered like grass; so that I forget to eat my bread.