How the gold has lost its luster,
the fine gold become dull!
The sacred gems are scattered
at the head of every street.
How the precious sons of Zion,
once worth their weight in gold,
are now considered as pots of clay,
the work of a potter's hands!
Even jackals offer their breasts
to nurse their young,
but my people have become heartless
like ostriches in the desert.
~ Lamentations 4