2 The precious sons of Zion, Who are comparable with fine gold, How have they been reckoned earthen bottles, Work of the hands of a potter.
3 Even dragons have drawn out the breast, They have suckled their young ones, The daughter of my people is become cruel, Like the ostriches in a wilderness.
4 Cleaved hath the tongue of a suckling unto his palate with thirst, Infants asked bread, a dealer out they have none.
5 Those eating of dainties have been desolate in out-places, Those supported on scarlet have embraced dunghills.
6 And greater is the iniquity of the daughter of my people, Than the sin of Sodom, That was overturned as 'in' a moment, And no hands were stayed on her.
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