Portal:Covenant Press

“ How the gold has become dim, || Changed the best—the pure gold! Stones of the sanctuary are poured out || At the head of all out-places. 2 The precious sons of Zion, || Who are comparable with fine gold, || How they have been reckoned earthen bottles, || Work of the hands of a potter. 3 Even dragons have drawn out the breast, || They have suckled their young ones, || The daughter of my people has become cruel, || Like the ostriches in a wilderness. ”

“ Now hear, all you peoples, and see my pain, || My virgins and my young men have gone into captivity. 19 I called for my lovers, they have deceived me, || My priests and my elderly have expired in the city; When they have sought food for themselves, || Then they give back their soul. ”

“ Asshur, to be satisfied with bread. 7 Our fathers have sinned—they are not, || We have borne their iniquities. 8 Servants have ruled over us, || There is no deliverer from their hand. 9 With our lives we bring in our bread, || Because of the sword of the wilderness. 10 Our skin as an oven has been burning, || Because of the raging of the famine. 11 Wives in Zion they have humbled, || Virgins—in cities of Judah. 12 Princes have been hanged by their hand, || Elderly faces have not been honored. 13 They have taken young men to grind, || And youths have stumbled with wood. ”