Lamentations 4:1-6

1How 1dark the gold has become, How the pure gold has changed! The sacred stones are spilled out At the 2corner of every street.2The precious sons of Zion, Weighed against pure gold, How they are regarded as 3earthenware jars, The work of a potter’s hands!3Even 4jackals offer the breast, They nurse their young; But the daughter of my people has proved herself 5cruel, Like 6ostriches in the wilderness.4The 7tongue of the infant clings To the roof of its mouth because of 8thirst; The children 9ask for bread, But no one breaks it for them.5Those who used to eat 10delicacies Are made to tremble in the streets; Those who were raised in crimson clothing Embrace garbage heaps.6For the 11wrongdoing of the daughter of my people Is greater than the 1213sin of Sodom, Which was 14overthrown as in a moment, 15And no hands were turned toward her.