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.
9 Things were better for those stabbed by the sword than for those stabbed by famine—those who bled away, pierced, lacking food from the field.
10 The hands of loving women boiled their own childrento become their food during the destruction of the daughter of my people.
11 The Lord let loose his fury; he poured out his fierce anger.He started a fire in Zion; it licked up its foundations.
12 The earth’s rulers didn’t believe it—neither did any who inhabit the world—that either enemy or adversary could enter Jerusalem’s gates.
13 It was because of her prophets’ sins, her priests’ iniquities,those who shed righteous blood in the middle of the city.