Lamentations 4:3-4, 10

Even wild jackals nurture their babies, give them their breasts to suckle. But my people have turned cruel to their babies, like an ostrich in the wilderness. Babies have nothing to drink. Their tongues stick to the roofs of their mouths. Little children ask for bread but no one gives them so much as a crust.

Nice and kindly women boiled their own children for supper. This was the only food in town when my dear people were broken.