Lamentations 4:4, 5, 9, 10

Because of thirst the infant’s tongue sticks to the roof of its mouth; the children beg for bread, but no one gives it to them.

Those who once ate delicacies are destitute in the streets. Those brought up in royal purple now lie on ash heaps.

Those killed by the sword are better off than those who die of famine; racked with hunger, they waste away for lack of food from the field.

With their own hands compassionate women have cooked their own children, who became their food when my people were destroyed.