Lamentations 4:3-10

Even ^ajackals offer the breast;

They nurse their young;

But the daughter of my people has become ^bcruel

Like ^costriches in the wilderness.

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.

Those who ate ^adelicacies

Are desolate in the streets;

Those ¹reared in crimson

Embrace ash pits.

So the ¹iniquity of the daughter of my people

Is greater than the ²^asin of Sodom,

Which was ^boverthrown as in a moment,

And no hands ³whirled toward her.

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.

Better are those ^apierced through with the sword

Than those pierced through with hunger;

For their life ^bflows away, being stricken

For lack of the produce of ¹the field.

The hands of compassionate women

^aBoiled their own children;

They became ^bfood for them

Because of the destruction of the daughter of my people.