The Holy Stones Lie Scattered

4 qHow the gold has grown dim,

how the pure gold is changed!

The holy stones lie scattered

rat the head of every street.

2  The precious sons of Zion,

worth their weight in sfine gold,

how they are regarded as tearthen pots,

the work of a potter’s hands!

3  Even jackals offer the breast;

they nurse their young;

but the daughter of my people has become cruel,

like the ostriches in the wilderness.

4  The tongue of the nursing infant usticks

to the roof of its mouth for thirst;

vthe children beg for food,

but no one gives to them.

5  Those who once feasted on delicacies

perish in the streets;

wthose who were brought up in purple

embrace ash heaps.

6  xFor the chastisement1 of the daughter of my people has been greater

than the punishment2 of Sodom,

ywhich was overthrown in a moment,

and no hands were wrung for her.3