1 How the gold has lost its lustre,the fine gold become dull!The sacred gems are scatteredat every street corner.
2 How the precious children of Zion,once worth their weight in gold,are now considered as pots of clay,the work of a potter’s hands!
3 Even jackals offer their breaststo nurse their young,but my people have become heartlesslike ostriches in the desert.
4 Because of thirst the infant’s tonguesticks to the roof of its mouth;the children beg for bread,but no one gives it to them.
5 Those who once ate delicaciesare destitute in the streets.Those brought up in royal purplenow lie on ash heaps.