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Even wild animals nurse,
    suckling their young;
but the women of my people are cruel,
    like ostriches in the wilderness.

The nursing child’s tongue
    cleaves to its palate from thirst.
Young children beg for bread,
    but no one gives them any.

Those who enjoyed delicacies
    lie desolate in the streets.
Those who were reared wearing purple
    scavenge in piles of trash.

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Even jackals offer their breasts
    to nurse their young,
but my people have become heartless
    like ostriches in the desert.(A)

Because of thirst(B) the infant’s tongue
    sticks to the roof of its mouth;(C)
the children beg for bread,
    but no one gives it to them.(D)

Those who once ate delicacies
    are destitute in the streets.
Those brought up in royal purple(E)
    now lie on ash heaps.(F)

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