Even (A)jackals offer the breast,
They nurse their young;
But the daughter of my people has become (B)cruel
Like (C)ostriches in the wilderness.
The (D)tongue of the infant cleaves
To the roof of its mouth because of (E)thirst;
The little ones (F)ask for bread,
But no one breaks it for them.
Those who ate (G)delicacies
Are desolate in the streets;
Those [a]reared in purple
Embrace ash pits.

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Footnotes

  1. Lamentations 4:5 Lit established in crimson