Lamentations 4:1-16

New International Reader's Version

4 Look at how the gold has lost its brightness!
    See how dull the fine gold has become!
The sacred jewels are scattered
    at every street corner.

² The priceless children of Zion
    were worth their weight in gold.
But now they are thought of as clay pots
    made by the hands of a potter.

³ Even wild dogs
    nurse their young pups.
But my people are as mean
    as ostriches in the desert.

⁴ When the babies get thirsty,
    their tongues stick to the roofs of their mouths.
When the children beg for bread,
    no one gives them any.

⁵ Those who once ate fine food
    are dying in the streets.
Those who wore royal clothes
    are now lying on piles of trash.

⁶ My people have been punished
    more than Sodom was.
It was destroyed in a moment.
    No one offered it a helping hand.

⁷ Jerusalem’s princes were brighter than snow.
    They were whiter than milk.
Their bodies were redder than rubies.
    They looked like lapis lazuli.

⁸ But now they are blacker than coal.
    No one even recognizes them in the streets.
Their skin is wrinkled on their bones.
    It has become as dry as a stick.

⁹ Those killed by swords are better off
    than those who die of hunger.
Those who are hungry waste away to nothing.
    They don’t have any food from the fields.

¹⁰ With their own hands, loving mothers
    have had to cook even their own children.
They ate their children
    when my people were destroyed.

¹¹ The Lord has become very angry.
    He has poured out his burning anger.
He started a fire in Zion.
    It burned its foundations.

¹² The kings of the earth couldn’t believe what was happening.
    Neither could any of the peoples of the world.
Enemies actually attacked and entered
    the gates of Jerusalem.

¹³ It happened because Jerusalem’s prophets had sinned.
    Her priests had done evil things.
All of them spilled the blood
    of those who did what was right.

¹⁴ Now those prophets and priests
    have to feel their way along the streets
    as if they were blind.
The blood of those they killed has made them “unclean.”
    So no one dares to touch their clothes.

¹⁵ “Go away! You are ‘unclean’!”
    people cry out to them.
“Go away! Get out of here!
    Don’t touch us!”
So they run away and wander around.
    Then people among the nations say,
    “They can’t stay here anymore.”

¹⁶ The Lord himself has scattered them.
    He doesn’t watch over them anymore.
No one shows the priests any respect.
    No one honors the elders.