Lamentations 4:3-10

3Even 1jackals offer the breast, They nurse their young; But the daughter of my people has become 2cruel Like 3ostriches in the wilderness.4The 4tongue of the infant cleaves To the roof of its mouth because of 5thirst; The little ones 6ask for bread, But no one breaks it for them.5Those who ate 7delicacies Are desolate in the streets; Those 8reared in purple Embrace ash pits.6For the 9iniquity of the daughter of my people Is greater than the 1011sin of Sodom, Which was 12overthrown as in a moment, And no hands were 13turned toward her.7Her 14consecrated ones were 15purer than snow, They were whiter than milk; They were more ruddy in 16body than corals, Their polishing was like 1718lapis lazuli.8Their appearance is 19blacker than soot, They are not recognized in the streets; Their 20skin is shriveled on their bones, It is withered, it has become like wood.9Better are those 2122slain with the sword Than those 23slain with hunger; For they 2425pine away, being stricken For lack of the fruits of 26the field.10The hands of compassionate women 27Boiled their own children; They became 28food for them Because of the destruction of the daughter of my people.