Lamentations 4:3

Even ^ajackals offer the breast;

They nurse their young;

But the daughter of my people has become ^bcruel

Like ^costriches in the wilderness.

Lamentations 4:4

The ^atongue of the nursing baby cleaves

To the roof of its mouth because of ^bthirst;

The infants ^cask for bread,

But no one breaks it for them.

Our skin has become as ^ahot as an oven

Because of ¹the burning heat of famine.