1How1dark the gold has become, How the puregold has changed ! The sacredstones are poured out At the acorner of everystreet.
The precioussons of Zion, Weighed against finegold, How they are regarded as 2earthenjars, The work of a potter'shands !
3Even3jackalsoffer the breast, They nurse their young ; But the daughter of my people has become 4cruel Like 5ostriches in the wilderness.
The 6tongue of the infantcleaves To the roof of its mouth because of 7thirst ; The littleones8ask for bread, But noonebreaks it for them.
Those who ate9delicacies Are desolate in the streets ; Those breared in purpleEmbraceashpits.
For the ciniquity of the daughter of my people Is greaterthan the d10sin of Sodom, Which was 11overthrown as in a moment, And nohands were eturned toward her.