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.
6 For the iniquity of the daughter of my people is greater than the sin of Sodom,which was overthrown as in a moment.No hands were laid on her.
7 Her Nazirites were purer than snow.They were whiter than milk.They were more ruddy in body than rubies.Their polishing was like sapphire.
8 Their appearance is blacker than a coal.They are not known in the streets.Their skin clings to their bones.It is withered.It has become like a stick.
9 Those who are killed with the sword are better than those who are killed with hunger;For these pine away, stricken through,for lack of the fruits of the field.