1 How the gold has lost its luster,the noble metal changed;Jewels lie scatteredat the corner of every street.
2 And Zion’s precious children,worth their weight in gold—How they are treated like clay jugs,the work of any potter!
3 Even jackals offer their breaststo nurse their young;But the daughter of my people is as cruelas the ostrich in the wilderness.
4 The tongue of the infant cleavesto the roof of its mouth in thirst;Children beg for bread,but no one gives them a piece.
5 Those who feasted on delicaciesare abandoned in the streets;Those who reclined on crimsonnow embrace dung heaps.
6 The punishment of the daughter of my peoplesurpassed the penalty of Sodom,Which was overthrown in an instantwith no hand laid on it.