How the gold has lost its luster, the fine gold become dull! The sacred gems are scattered at the head of every street.12
How the precious sons of Zion,2 once worth their weight in gold, are now considered as pots of clay, the work of a potter's hands!
Even jackals offer their breasts to nurse their young, but my people have become heartless like ostriches in the desert.34
Because of thirst4 the infant's tongue sticks to the roof of its mouth;5 the children beg for bread, but no one gives it to them.65
Those who once ate delicacies are destitute in the streets. Those nurtured in purple7 now lie on ash heaps.86
The punishment of my people is greater than that of Sodom,9 which was overthrown in a moment without a hand turned to help her.
Their princes were brighter than snow and whiter than milk, their bodies more ruddy than rubies, their appearance like sapphires.a8
But now they are blacker10 than soot; they are not recognized in the streets. Their skin has shriveled on their bones;11 it has become as dry as a stick.
Those killed by the sword are better off than those who die of famine;12 racked with hunger, they waste away for lack of food from the field.1310
With their own hands compassionate women have cooked their own children,14 who became their food when my people were destroyed.
The LORD has given full vent to his wrath;15 he has poured out16 his fierce anger.17 He kindled a fire18 in Zion that consumed her foundations.1912
The kings of the earth did not believe, nor did any of the world's people, that enemies and foes could enter the gates of Jerusalem.20