The Horror of the Siege and Famine

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How is the gold become dim, Changed the best--the pure gold? Poured out are stones of the sanctuary At the head of all out-places.

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The precious sons of Zion, Who are comparable with fine gold, How have they been reckoned earthen bottles, Work of the hands of a potter.

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Even dragons have drawn out the breast, They have suckled their young ones, The daughter of my people is become cruel, Like the ostriches in a wilderness.

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Cleaved hath the tongue of a suckling unto his palate with thirst, Infants asked bread, a dealer out they have none.

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Those eating of dainties have been desolate in out-places, Those supported on scarlet have embraced dunghills.

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And greater is the iniquity of the daughter of my people, Than the sin of Sodom, That was overturned as in a moment, And no hands were stayed on her.

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Purer were her Nazarites than snow, Whiter than milk, ruddier of body than rubies, Of sapphire their form.

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Darker than blackness hath been their visage, They have not been known in out-places, Cleaved hath their skin unto their bone, It hath withered--it hath been as wood.

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Better have been the pierced of a sword Than the pierced of famine, For these flow away, pierced through, Without the increase of the field.

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The hands of merciful women have boiled their own children, They have been for food to them, In the destruction of the daughter of my people.

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