Lamentations 2:12

They say to their mothers,

“^aWhere is grain and wine?”

As they faint like a wounded man

In the open squares of the city,

As their ^blife is poured out

On their mothers’ bosom.

Lamentations 2:21

On the ground in the streets

Lie ^ayoung and old;

My ^bvirgins and my young men

Have fallen by the sword.

You have killed them in the day of Your anger;

You have slaughtered, ^cnot sparing.

Her ¹Nazirites were ^apurer than snow;

They were whiter than milk;

They were more ruddy in ²body than corals,

Their polishing was like ³^blapis lazuli.

Their form is ^ablacker than soot;

They are not recognized in the streets;

Their ^bskin is shriveled on their bones;

It is withered, it has become like wood.

Our skin has become as ^ahot as an oven

Because of ¹the burning heat of famine.