2
How the precious sons of Zion,
once worth their weight in gold,
are now considered as pots of clay,
the work of a potter’s hands!
3
Even jackals offer their breasts
to nurse their young,
but my people have become heartless
like ostriches in the desert.
4
Because of thirst the infant’s tongue
sticks to the roof of its mouth;
the children beg for bread,
but no one gives it to them.
5
Those who once ate delicacies
are destitute in the streets.
Those nurtured in purple
now lie on ash heaps.
6
The punishment of my people
is greater than that of Sodom,
which was overthrown in a moment
without a hand turned to help her.
7
Their princes were brighter than snow
and whiter than milk,
their bodies more ruddy than rubies,
their appearance like sapphires.
8
But now they are blacker than soot;
they are not recognized in the streets.
Their skin has shriveled on their bones;
it has become as dry as a stick.
9
Those killed by the sword are better off
than those who die of famine;
racked with hunger, they waste away
for lack of food from the field.
10
With their own hands compassionate women
have cooked their own children,
who became their food
when my people were destroyed.