Lamentations 4:1-5

How the gold has lost its luster! How the pure gold has lost its value! The sacred stones lie scattered at the corner of every street. The precious children of Zion, once worth their weight in the finest gold, are now regarded as jars of clay made by a potter’s hands. Even the vicious jackal is kind enough to nurse her young, but the daughter of my people is as cruel as the desert ostrich. The nursing babies have such thirst that their tongues stick to the roofs of their mouths. Little children ask for bread, but no one gives them a crumb. Those who used to feast on delicacies now lie dying in the streets. Those who were raised in luxury now huddle in garbage dumps.