Lamentations 4:1-9

1 Our glittering gold has grown dull; the stones of the Temple lie scattered in the streets.
2 Zion's young people were as precious to us as gold, but now they are treated like common clay pots.
3 Even a mother wolf will nurse her cubs, but my people are like ostriches, cruel to their young.
4 They let their babies die of hunger and thirst; children are begging for food that no one will give them.
5 People who once ate the finest foods die starving in the streets; those raised in luxury are pawing through garbage for food.
6 My people have been punished even more than the inhabitants of Sodom, 1 which met a sudden downfall at the hands of God.
7 Our princes were undefiled and pure as snow, vigorous and strong, glowing with health.
8 Now they lie unknown in the streets, their faces blackened in death; their skin, dry as wood, has shriveled on their bones.
9 Those who died in the war were better off than those who died later, who starved slowly to death, with no food to keep them alive.