1 How the gold has grown dim, the pure gold has changed. The stones of holiness are scattered at the head of every street.
2 The precious sons of Zion weighed against fine gold, how they are thought of as earthen vessels of clay, the work of the potter’s hands.
3 Even the jackal bears the beast and nurses their cubs; but the daughter of my people has become ruthless, like ostriches in the wilderness.
4 The tongue of the nursling cleaves to its palate in thirst. Children beg for food, no one lays it out before them.
5 The ones who eat delicacies, they are ruined in the streets; the ones nurtured in purple lie on piles of trash.