How the gold has grown dim, how the pure gold is changed! The sacred stones lie scattered at the head of every street.
The precious children of Zion, worth their weight in fine gold— how they are reckoned as earthen pots, the work of a potter's hands!
Even the jackals offer the breast and nurse their young, but my people has become cruel, like the ostriches in the wilderness.
The tongue of the infant sticks to the roof of its mouth for thirst; the children beg for food, but no one gives them anything.
Those who feasted on delicacies perish in the streets; those who were brought up in purple cling to ash heaps.
For the chastisement a of my people has been greater than the punishment b of Sodom, which was overthrown in a moment, though no hand was laid on it. c
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