1 Oh, oh, oh . . .How gold is treated like dirt,the finest gold thrown out with the garbage,Priceless jewels scattered all over,jewels loose in the gutters.
2 And the people of Zion, once prized,far surpassing their weight in gold,Are now treated like cheap pottery,like everyday pots and bowls mass-produced by a potter.
3 Even wild jackals nurture their babies,give them their breasts to suckle.But my people have turned cruel to their babies,like an ostrich in the wilderness.
4 Babies have nothing to drink.Their tongues stick to the roofs of their mouths.Little children ask for breadbut no one gives them so much as a crust.