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.
5 Those who ate delicaciesAre desolate in the streets;Those who were brought up in scarletEmbrace ash heaps.
6 The punishment of the iniquity of the daughter of my peopleIs greater than the punishment of the sin of Sodom,Which was overthrown in a moment,With no hand to help her!
7 Her Nazirites were brighter than snowAnd whiter than milk;They were more ruddy in body than rubies,Like sapphire in their appearance.
8 Now their appearance is blacker than soot;They go unrecognized in the streets;Their skin clings to their bones,It has become as dry as wood.
9 Those slain by the sword are better offThan those who die of hunger;For these pine away,Stricken for lack of the fruits of the field.