¹² They say to their mothers,
    “Where is bread and wine?”^(A)
as they faint like the wounded
    in the streets of the city,
as their lives ebb away^(B)
    in their mothers’ arms.^(C)

²¹ “Young and old lie together
    in the dust of the streets;
my young men and young women
    have fallen by the sword.^(A)
You have slain them in the day of your anger;
    you have slaughtered them without pity.^(B)

⁷ Their princes were brighter than snow
    and whiter than milk,
their bodies more ruddy than rubies,
    their appearance like lapis lazuli.

⁸ But now they are blacker^(A) than soot;
    they are not recognized in the streets.
Their skin has shriveled on their bones;^(B)
    it has become as dry as a stick.

¹⁰ Our skin is hot as an oven,
    feverish from hunger.^(A)