Lamentations 4:1-5 ▼

1 How dark the gold has become, How the pure gold has changed! The sacred stones are spilled out At the corner of every street.

2 The precious sons of Zion, Weighed against pure gold, How they are regarded as earthenware jars, The work of a potter’s hands!

3 Even jackals offer the breast, They nurse their young; But the daughter of my people has proved herself cruel, Like ostriches in the wilderness.

4 The tongue of the infant clings To the roof of its mouth because of thirst; The children ask for bread, But no one breaks it for them.

5 Those who used to eat delicacies Are made to tremble in the streets; Those who were raised in crimson clothing Embrace garbage heaps.