All words that strike in me reminder of a deep physical need. My mouth is dry just thinking about it. I've never experienced the extremes of these physical ailments, but I know it's bad enough to go even without one meal.
Feast, full, quenched, nourished.
All convey so much in contrast. Instead of hurt and longing, fullness and satisfaction. From poor and pitiful to rich and jubilant. In one since, the more hungry and thirsty we come to the table, the more we enjoy and appreciate the spread before us. To truly be made full, we have to know we are malnourished and weak.