Oh, no! Gold is tarnished;a even the purest gold is changed. Sacred jewels are scattered on every street corner.
Zion's precious children, once valued as pure gold— oh no!—now they are worth no more than clay pots made by a potter.
Even jackals offer the breast; they nurse their young. But the daughter of my people has become cruel, like desert ostriches.
The baby's tongue sticks to the roof of its mouth, thirsty. Children ask for bread, beg for it—but there is no bread.
Those who once ate gourmet food now tremble in the streets. Those who wore the finest purple clothes now cling to piles of garbage.
Greater was the punishmentb of the daughter of my people than Sodom's penalty,c which was quickly overthrown without any hand-wringing.d