1 Our glittering gold has grown dull;the stones of the Temple lie scattered in the streets.
2 Zion's young people were as precious to us as gold,but now they are treated like common clay pots.
3 Even a mother wolf will nurse her cubs,but my people are like ostriches, cruel to their young.
4 They let their babies die of hunger and thirst;children are begging for food that no one will give them.
5 People who once ate the finest foods die starving in the streets;those raised in luxury are pawing through garbage for food.