1 How the gold has become dim!How the most fine gold has changed!The stones of the sanctuary lie scatteredat the head of every street.
2 The precious sons of Zion,comparable to fine gold,how they are esteemed as earthen pots,the work of a potter’s hands!
3 Even the jackals offer the breast;they nurse their young,yet the daughter of my people has become cruel,like ostriches in the wilderness.
4 The tongue of the infant cleavesto the roof of his mouth for thirst;the children beg for bread,but no one divides it for them.