Now their visage is blacker than soot, they are not recognized in the streets; their skin has shriveled upon their bones, it has become as dry as wood.
Happier were the victims of the sword than the victims of hunger, who pined away, stricken by want of the fruits of the field.
The hands of compassionate women have boiled their own children; they became their food in the destruction of the daughter of my people.
The LORD gave full vent to his wrath, he poured out his hot anger; and he kindled a fire in Zion, which consumed its foundations.
The kings of the earth did not believe, or any of the inhabitants of the world, that foe or enemy could enter the gates of Jerusalem.
This was for the sins of her prophets and the iniquities of her priests, who shed in the midst of her the blood of the righteous.
They wandered, blind, through the streets, so defiled with blood that none could touch their garments.
"Away! Unclean!" men cried at them; "Away! Away! Touch not!" So they became fugitives and wanderers; men said among the nations, "They shall stay with us no longer."
The LORD himself has scattered them, he will regard them no more; no honor was shown to the priests, no favor to the elders.
Our eyes failed, ever watching vainly for help; in our watching we watched for a nation which could not save.
Men dogged our steps so that we could not walk in our streets; our end drew near; our days were numbered; for our end had come.