1. How dim the gold has become, The fine gold changed! The stones of the set-apart place Are scattered at the head of every street.
2. The precious sons of Tsiyon Who were weighed against fine gold, How they have been reckoned as clay pots, The work of the hands of the potter!
3. Even jackals have presented their breasts, They have nursed their young. The daughter of my people has become as cruel, As ostriches in the wilderness.
4. The tongue of the infant has clung To the roof of its mouth for thirst; Children asked for bread, No one breaks it for them.