Lamentations 4:1-3

Darby Translation

4 How is the gold become dim! the most pure gold changed! the stones of the sanctuary poured out at the top of all the streets!

²The sons of Zion, so precious, comparable to fine gold, how are they esteemed as earthen pitchers, the work of the hands of the potter!

³Even the jackals offer the breast, they give suck to their young; the daughter of my people is become cruel, like the ostriches in the wilderness.

Lamentations 4:1-3

New International Version

4 ^[a]How the gold has lost its luster,
the fine gold become dull!
The sacred gems are scattered
at every street corner.^(A)

²How the precious children of Zion,^(B)
once worth their weight in gold,
are now considered as pots of clay,
the work of a potter’s hands!

³Even jackals offer their breasts
to nurse their young,
but my people have become heartless
like ostriches in the desert.^(C)

Lamentations 4:1 This chapter is an acrostic poem, the verses of which begin with the successive letters of the Hebrew alphabet.

Darby Translation (DARBY)

New International Version (NIV)