1. Oh, oh, oh . . .How gold is treated like dirt,the finest gold thrown out with the garbage,Priceless jewels scattered all over,jewels loose in the gutters.
2. And the people of Zion, once prized,far surpassing their weight in gold,Are now treated like cheap pottery,like everyday pots and bowls mass-produced by a potter.
3. Even wild jackals nurture their babies,give them their breasts to suckle.But my people have turned cruel to their babies,like an ostrich in the wilderness.
4. Babies have nothing to drink.Their tongues stick to the roofs of their mouths.Little children ask for breadbut no one gives them so much as a crust.