1 How the gold has become dim!The most pure gold has changed!The stones of the sanctuary are poured outat the head of every street.
2 The precious sons of Zion,comparable to fine gold,how are they esteemed as earthen pitchers,the work of the hands of the potter!
3 Even the jackals offer their breast.They nurse their young ones.But the daughter of my people has become cruel,like the ostriches in the wilderness.
4 The tongue of the nursing child clings to the roof of his mouth for thirst.The young children ask bread,and no one breaks it for them.
5 Those who ate delicacies are desolate in the streets.Those who were brought up in purple embrace dunghills.