The Horror of the Siege and Famine

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How the gold has become dim! The most pure gold has changed! The stones of the sanctuary are poured out at the head of every street.

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The precious sons of Zion, comparable to fine gold, How are they esteemed as earthen pitchers, the work of the hands of the potter!

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Even the jackals draw out the breast, they nurse their young ones: The daughter of my people has become cruel, like the ostriches in the wilderness.

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The tongue of the nursing child clings to the roof of his mouth for thirst: The young children ask bread, and no man breaks it to them.

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Those who fed delicately are desolate in the streets: Those who were brought up in scarlet embrace dunghills.

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For the iniquity of the daughter of my people is greater than the sin of Sodom, That was overthrown as in a moment, and no hands were laid on her.

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Her Nazirites were purer than snow, they were whiter than milk; They were more ruddy in body than rubies, their polishing was as of sapphire.

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Their appearance is blacker than a coal; they are not known in the streets: Their skin clings to their bones; it is withered, it has become like a stick.

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Those who are killed with the sword are better than those who are killed with hunger; For these pine away, stricken through, for want of the fruits of the field.

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The hands of the pitiful women have boiled their own children; They were their food in the destruction of the daughter of my people.

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