⁸ Now their appearance is blacker than soot;
They go unrecognized in the streets;
^(A)Their skin clings to their bones,
It has become as dry as wood.

⁹ Those slain by the sword are better off
Than those who die of hunger;
For these ^(B)pine away,
Stricken for lack of the fruits of the ^(C)field.

¹⁰ The hands of the ^(D)compassionate women
Have ^[a]cooked their ^(E)own children;
They became ^(F)food for them
In the destruction of the daughter of my people.