How the gold has grown dim, how the pure gold is changed! The holy stones lie scattered at the head of every street.
The precious sons 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 give the breast and suckle their young, but the daughter of my people has become cruel, like the ostriches in the wilderness.
The tongue of the nursling cleaves to the roof of its mouth for thirst; the children beg for food, but no one gives to them.
Those who feasted on dainties perish in the streets; those who were brought up in purple lie on ash heaps.
For the chastisement of the daughter of my people has been greater than the punishment of Sodom, which was overthrown in a moment, no hand being laid on it.
Revised Standard Version of the Bible, copyright 1952 [2nd edition, 1971] by the Division of Christian Education of the National Council of the Churches of Christ in the United States of America. Used by permission. All rights reserved. (Revised Standard Version w/ Apocrypha)