New Revised Standard Version, Anglicised Catholic Edition
8 Now their visage is blacker than soot;
they are not recognized in the streets.
Their skin has shrivelled on their bones;
it has become as dry as wood.
9 Happier were those pierced by the sword
than those pierced by hunger,
whose life drains away, deprived
of the produce of the field.
10 The hands of compassionate women
have boiled their own children;
they became their food
in the destruction of my people.