1 How has the gold become dim! how has the most fine gold changed! the stones of the sanctuary are poured out at the head of every street.
2 The precious sons of Zion, comparable to fine gold, how are they esteemed as earthen pitchers, the work of the hands of the potter!
3 Even the jackals draw out the breast, they nurse their young ones: the daughter of my people has become cruel, like the ostriches in the wilderness.
4 The tongue of the nursing child clings to the roof of his mouth for thirst: the young children ask bread, and no man breaks it unto them.
5 They that did eat delicacies are desolate in the streets: they that were brought up in scarlet embrace ash heaps.