Lamentations 4

How the gold has become dim!

The precious sons of Zion,

Even the jackals offer their breast.

The tongue of the nursing child clings to the roof of his mouth for thirst.

Those who ate delicacies are desolate in the streets.

For the iniquity of the daughter of my people is greater than the sin of Sodom,

Her nobles were purer than snow.

Their appearance is blacker than a coal.

Those who are killed with the sword are better than those who are killed with hunger;

The hands of the pitiful women have boiled their own children.

Yahweh has accomplished his wrath.

The kings of the earth didn’t believe,

It is because of the sins of her prophets

They wander as blind men in the streets.

“Go away!” they cried to them.

Yahweh’s anger has scattered them.

Our eyes still fail,

They hunt our steps,

Our pursuers were swifter than the eagles of the sky.

The breath of our nostrils,

Rejoice and be glad, daughter of Edom,

The punishment of your iniquity is accomplished, daughter of Zion.