Lamentations 4:3-10

3Even 1jackals offer the breast, They nurse their young; But the daughter of my people has proved herself 2cruel, Like 3ostriches in the wilderness.4The 4tongue of the infant clings To the roof of its mouth because of 5thirst; The children 6ask for bread, But no one breaks it for them.5Those who used to eat 7delicacies Are made to tremble in the streets; Those who were raised in crimson clothing Embrace garbage heaps.6For the 8wrongdoing of the daughter of my people Is greater than the 910sin of Sodom, Which was 11overthrown as in a moment, 12And no hands were turned toward her.7Her 13consecrated ones were 14purer than snow, They shined more than milk; They were more ruddy in 15body than pearls of coral, Their form was like 1617lapis lazuli.8Their appearance is 18darker than soot, They are not recognized in the streets; Their 19skin is shriveled on their bones, It is dry, it has become like wood.9Better off are those 20killed by the sword Than those killed by hunger; For they 2122waste away, 23stricken By the lack of the produce of the field.10The hands of compassionate women 24Boiled their own children; They became 25food for them Due to the destruction of the daughter of my people.