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How the gold has become dim!
    The most pure gold has changed!
The stones of the sanctuary are poured out
    at the head of every street.

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

Even the jackals offer their breast.
    They nurse their young ones.
But the daughter of my people has become cruel,
    like the ostriches in the wilderness.

The tongue of the nursing child clings to the roof of his mouth for thirst.
    The young children ask bread,
    and no one breaks it for them.

Those who ate delicacies are desolate in the streets.
    Those who were brought up in purple embrace dunghills.

For the iniquity of the daughter of my people is greater than the sin of Sodom,
    which was overthrown as in a moment.
    No hands were laid on her.

Her nobles were purer than snow.
    They were whiter than milk.
They were more ruddy in body than rubies.
    Their polishing was like sapphire.

Their appearance is blacker than a coal.
    They are not known in the streets.
Their skin clings to their bones.
    It is withered.
    It has become like a stick.

Those who are killed with the sword are better than those who are killed with hunger;
    For these pine away, stricken through,
    for lack of the fruits of the field.

10 The hands of the pitiful women have boiled their own children.
    They were their food in the destruction of the daughter of my people.

11 Yahweh has accomplished his wrath.
    He has poured out his fierce anger.
He has kindled a fire in Zion,
    which has devoured its foundations.

12 The kings of the earth didn’t believe,
    neither did all the inhabitants of the world,
    that the adversary and the enemy would enter into the gates of Jerusalem.

13 It is because of the sins of her prophets
    and the iniquities of her priests,
    that have shed the blood of the just in the middle of her.

14 They wander as blind men in the streets.
    They are polluted with blood,
    So that men can’t touch their garments.

15 “Go away!” they cried to them.
    “Unclean! Go away! Go away! Don’t touch!
When they fled away and wandered, men said among the nations,
    “They can’t live here any more.”

16 Yahweh’s anger has scattered them.
    He will not pay attention to them any more.
They didn’t respect the persons of the priests.
    They didn’t favor the elders.

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The people’s suffering

Oh, no!
Gold is tarnished;[a] even the purest gold is changed.
Sacred jewels are scattered on every street corner.

Zion’s precious children, once valued as pure gold—
oh no!—now they are worth no more than clay pots made by a potter.

Even jackals offer the breast; they nurse their young.
But the daughter of my people has become cruel, like desert ostriches.

The baby’s tongue sticks to the roof of its mouth, thirsty.
Children ask for bread, beg for it—but there is no bread.

Those who once ate gourmet food now tremble in the streets.
Those who wore the finest purple clothes now cling to piles of garbage.

Greater was the punishment[b] of the daughter of my people than Sodom’s penalty,[c]
    which was quickly overthrown without any hand-wringing.[d]

Her nazirites were purer than snow; they were more dazzling than milk.
Their limbs were redder than coral; their bodies were sapphire.

But their appearance grew darker than soot; they weren’t recognized in the streets.
Their skin shriveled on their bones; it became dry like wood.

Things were better for those stabbed by the sword than for those stabbed by famine—
those who bled away, pierced, lacking food from the field.

10 The hands of loving women boiled their own children
    to become their food during the destruction of the daughter of my people.

11 The Lord let loose his fury; he poured out his fierce anger.
He started a fire in Zion; it licked up its foundations.

12 The earth’s rulers didn’t believe it—neither did any who inhabit the world—
that either enemy or adversary could enter Jerusalem’s gates.

13 It was because of her prophets’ sins, her priests’ iniquities,
those who shed righteous blood in the middle of the city.

14 People wandered blindly in the streets, polluted with blood.
No one would even touch their clothing.

15 “Go away! Unclean!” was shouted at them, “Go away! Away! Don’t touch!”
So they fled and wandered around. The nations said, “They can’t stay here anymore.”

16 It was the Lord’s presence that scattered them;[e] he no longer notices them.
They didn’t honor the priests’ presence; they didn’t favor the elders.

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Notas al pie

  1. Lamentations 4:1 Heb uncertain
  2. Lamentations 4:6 Or iniquity
  3. Lamentations 4:6 Or sin
  4. Lamentations 4:6 Heb uncertain
  5. Lamentations 4:16 Heb uncertain