Yes, we are Jerusalem.—Give us life.—Give us food.—Feed our children.—What is Jerusalem to me? I want bread.
Abimelech
[Stamping fiercely] Be silent, all. Back to your homes. Why do you loiter in the marketplace? Do you not know that we are at war?
A Woman
Why are we at war?
Voices
Yes, why?—Why are we at war?—Let us make peace.—Peace.—Peace.—Bread.
The Strident Voice
Was it not well with us under Nebuchadnezzar? Was not his yoke light? Were not our days pleasant?