The precious sons of Zion,
[a]Valuable as fine gold,
How they are [b]regarded (A)as clay pots,
The work of the hands of the potter!

Even the jackals present their breasts
To nurse their young;
But the daughter of my people is cruel,
(B)Like ostriches in the wilderness.

The tongue of the infant clings
To the roof of its mouth for thirst;
(C)The young children ask for bread,
But no one breaks it for them.

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Footnotes

  1. Lamentations 4:2 Lit. Weighed against
  2. Lamentations 4:2 reckoned

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