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.
7 Her princes were purer than snow,whiter than milk;their bodies were more ruddy than rubies,their appearance like sapphire.
8 Their form is blacker than coal;they are not recognized in the streets;their skin cleaves to their bones,it has become as dry as wood.