1 How the gold has lost its luster,

the fine gold become dull!

The sacred gems are scattered

at every street corner.

2 How the precious children of Zion,

once worth their weight in gold,

are now considered as pots of clay,

the work of a potter’s hands!

1 How is the gold become dim! how is the most fine gold changed!

The stones of the sanctuary are poured out in the top of every street.

2 The precious sons of Zion, comparable to fine gold,

How are they esteemed as earthen pitchers, the work of the hands of the potter!

1 How the gold has lost its luster!

Even the finest gold has become dull.

The sacred gemstones

lie scattered in the streets!

2 See how the precious children of Jerusalem,

worth their weight in fine gold,

are now treated like pots of clay

made by a common potter.

1 How the gold has become dim!

How changed the fine gold!

The stones of the sanctuary are scattered

At the head of every street.

2 The precious sons of Zion,

Valuable as fine gold,

How they are regarded as clay pots,

The work of the hands of the potter!

1 See how the gold has lost its shine,

how the pure gold has dulled!

The stones of the Temple are scattered

at every street corner.

2 The precious people of Jerusalem

were more valuable than gold,

but now they are thought of as clay jars

made by the hands of a potter.

1 How is the gold become dim! how is the most pure gold changed!

The stones of the sanctuary are poured out at the head of every street.

2 The precious sons of Zion, comparable to fine gold,

How are they esteemed as earthen pitchers, the work of the hands of the potter!

1 How is the gold become dim! the most pure gold changed! the stones of the sanctuary poured out at the top of all the streets! 2 The sons of Zion, so precious, comparable to fine gold, how are they esteemed as earthen pitchers, the work of the hands of the potter!

1 “Look how the gold has become tarnished! 

The fine gold has changed! 

The sacred stones are scattered at every street corner. 

2 “Zion’s precious children, who are worth their weight in fine gold, 

are now treated like clay pots, 

like those made by a potter’s hands. 

1 How the gold has become tarnished,

the fine gold become dull!

The stones of the temple lie scattered

at the corner of every street.

2 Zion’s precious people—

once worth their weight in pure gold —

how they are regarded as clay jars,

the work of a potter’s hands!

1 How the gold has grown dim,

how the pure gold is changed!

The sacred stones lie scattered

at the head of every street.

2 The precious children of Zion,

worth their weight in fine gold—

how they are reckoned as earthen pots,

the work of a potter’s hands!

1 How the gold has grown dim,

the pure gold has changed.

The stones of holiness are scattered

at the head of every street.

2 The precious sons of Zion

weighed against fine gold,

how they are thought of as earthen vessels of clay,

the work of the potter’s hands.

1 Look at how the gold has lost its brightness!

See how dull the fine gold has become!

The sacred jewels are scattered

at every street corner.

2 The priceless children of Zion

were worth their weight in gold.

But now they are thought of as clay pots

made by the hands of a potter.

1 How dark the gold has become,

How the pure gold has changed!

The sacred stones are poured out

At the corner of every street.

2 The precious sons of Zion,

Weighed against fine gold,

How they are regarded as earthen jars,

The work of a potter’s hands!