Lamentations 4:1-6 NRS

1 How the gold has grown dim, how the pure gold is changed! The sacred stones lie scattered at the head of every street.
2 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!
3 Even the jackals offer the breast and nurse their young, but my people has become cruel, like the ostriches in the wilderness.
4 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.
5 Those who feasted on delicacies perish in the streets; those who were brought up in purple cling to ash heaps.
6 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

References for Lamentations 4:6

    • h 4:6 - Or [iniquity]
    • i 4:6 - Or [sin]
    • j 4:6 - Meaning of Heb uncertain