1 How the gold has become dim!How changed the fine gold!The stones of the sanctuary are scatteredAt the head of every street.
2 The precious sons of Zion,Valuable as fine gold,How they are regarded as clay pots,The work of the hands of the potter!
3 Even the jackals present their breastsTo nurse their young;But the daughter of my people is cruel,Like ostriches in the wilderness.
4 The tongue of the infant clingsTo the roof of its mouth for thirst;The young children ask for bread,But no one breaks it for them.