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.
5 Those who once ate gourmet food now tremble in the streets.Those who wore the finest purple clothes now cling to piles of garbage.
6 Greater was the punishment of the daughter of my people than Sodom’s penalty,which was quickly overthrown without any hand-wringing.
7 Her nazirites were purer than snow; they were more dazzling than milk.Their limbs were redder than coral; their bodies were sapphire.
8 But their appearance grew darker than soot; they weren’t recognized in the streets.Their skin shriveled on their bones; it became dry like wood.