2 The precious sons of Zion, once worth their weight in gold— alas! now they are treated like clay jars, the work of a potter’s hands!
3 Even jackals offer their breast to nurse their young. The daughter of my people has become cruel, like ostriches in the desert.
4 The nursing infant’s tongue clings to the roof of his mouth for thirst. Little children ask for bread, but no one gives it t0 them.
5 Those who used to eat delicacies are desolate in the streets. Those who were brought up in purple embrace trash heaps.
6 For the iniquities of the daughter of my people is greater than the sin of Sodom, which was overthrown in a moment, yet no hands turned to her.
7 Purer than snow were her princes, whiter than milk, their bodies more ruddy than rubies, their appearance like sapphire.
8 Their form has become darker than soot! They are not recognized in the street. Their skin has shriveled on their bones, withered like a tree.