Lamentations 4:3-4, 10

Even the jackals present their breasts To nurse their young; But the daughter of my people is cruel, Like ostriches in the wilderness. The tongue of the infant clings To the roof of its mouth for thirst; The young children ask for bread, But no one breaks it for them.

The hands of the compassionate women Have cooked their own children; They became food for them In the destruction of the daughter of my people.