They say to their mothers, Where is corn and wine? when they swooned as the wounded in the streets of the city, when their soul was poured out into their mothers' bosom. When they swooned as the wounded - famine being as deadly as the sword (Jeremiah 52:6).
When their soul was poured out into their mothers' bosom - instinctively turning to their mothers' bosom, but finding no milk there, they breathe out their life as it were 'into her bosom.'
[Mem (m)]