Even jackals offer their breasts to nurse their young, but my people have become heartless like ostriches in the desert.14
Because of thirst2 the infant's tongue sticks to the roof of its mouth;3 the children beg for bread, but no one gives it to them.45
Those who once ate delicacies are destitute in the streets. Those nurtured in purple5 now lie on ash heaps.66
The punishment of my people is greater than that of Sodom,7 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 blacker8 than soot; they are not recognized in the streets. Their skin has shriveled on their bones;9 it has become as dry as a stick.
Those killed by the sword are better off than those who die of famine;10 racked with hunger, they waste away for lack of food from the field.1110
With their own hands compassionate women have cooked their own children,12 who became their food when my people were destroyed.