Lamentations 4:1-3

English Standard Version Anglicised

4 ^(A)How the gold has grown dim,
    how the pure gold is changed!
The holy stones lie scattered
    ^(B)at the head of every street.
² The precious sons of Zion,
    worth their weight in ^(C)fine gold,
how they are regarded as ^(D)earthen pots,
    the work of a potter's hands!
³ Even jackals offer the breast;
    they nurse their young,
but the daughter of my people has become cruel,
    like the ostriches in the wilderness.