1 Oh, no!Gold is tarnished; even the purest gold is changed.Sacred jewels are scattered on every street corner.
2 Zion’s precious children, once valued as pure gold—oh no!—now they are worth no more than clay pots made by a potter.
3 Even jackals offer the breast; they nurse their young.But the daughter of my people has become cruel, like desert ostriches.
4 The baby’s tongue sticks to the roof of its mouth, thirsty.Children ask for bread, beg for it—but there is no bread.