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.
5 Those who once ate delicaciesare desolate in the streets;those who were brought up in scarletembrace ash heaps.
6 For the iniquity of the daughter of my peopleis greater than the sin of Sodom,which was overthrown in a moment,and no hands were wrung for her.