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 sea monsters draw out the breast,they give suck to their young ones:the daughter of my people is become cruel,like the ostriches in the wilderness.
4 The tongue of the sucking child cleaveth to the roof of his mouth for thirst:the young children ask bread, and no man breaketh it unto them.
5 They that did feed delicately are desolate in the streets:they that were brought up in scarlet embrace dunghills.
6 For the punishment of the iniquity of the daughter of my peopleis greater than the punishment of the sin of Sodom,that was overthrown as in a moment,and no hands stayed on her.
7 Her Nazarites were purer than snow,they were whiter than milk,they were more ruddy in body than rubies,their polishing was of sapphire:
8 their visage is blacker than a coal;they are not known in the streets:their skin cleaveth to their bones;it is withered, it is become like a stick.