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.