Lamentations 4:1-3
Lamentations 4:1
How dark the gold has become, How the pure gold has changed! The sacred stones are spilled out At the corner of every street.
Lamentations 4:2
The precious sons of Zion, Weighed against pure gold, How they are regarded as earthenware jars, The work of a potter’s hands!
Lamentations 4:3
Even jackals offer the breast, They nurse their young; But the daughter of my people has proved herself cruel, Like ostriches in the wilderness.