Lamentations 4:3-10 Even the jackals draw out the breast; they suckle their young. But the daughter of my people is cruel, like the ostriches in the wilderness.

LITV⁽ⁱ⁾ ³ Even the jackals draw out the breast; they suckle their young. But the daughter of my people is cruel, like the ostriches in the wilderness. ⁴ The tongue of the nursling cleaves to his palate in thirst. The young children ask bread, but there is no breaking for them. ⁵ Those who ate delicacies are desolate in the streets; those reared on scarlet embrace dunghills. ⁶ And the iniquity of the daughter of my people is heaped more than the sin of Sodom, which was overthrown as in a moment, and no hands were spun on her. ⁷ Her Nazarites were purer than snow, whiter than milk; they were redder of bone than corals; their cuttings as azure-blue, as lapis lazuli. ⁸ Their appearance is darker than soot; they are not recognized in the streets. Their skin has shriveled on their bones; it is dried up, it has become like wood. ⁹ Better are the ones slain by the sword than the ones slain by hunger, those who flow away, pierced because the produce of my fields failed . ¹⁰ The hands of the compassionate women have boiled their own children; they became food to them in the ruin of the daughter of my people.