Lamentations 4
The stones of the sanctuary are poured out at the head of every street.
How are they esteemed as earthen pitchers, the work of the hands of the potter!
The daughter of my people is become cruel, like the ostriches in the wilderness.
The young children ask bread, and no man breaketh it unto them.
They that were brought up in scarlet embrace dunghills.
That was overthrown as in a moment, and no hands were laid upon her.
They were more ruddy in body than rubies, their polishing was as of sapphire.
Their skin cleaveth to their bones; it is withered, it is become like a stick.
For these pine away, stricken through, for want of the fruits of the field.
They were their food in the destruction of the daughter of my people.
And he hath kindled a fire in Zion, which hath devoured the foundations thereof.
That the adversary and the enemy would enter into the gates of Jerusalem.
That have shed the blood of the just in the midst of her.
So that men cannot touch their garments.
When they fled away and wandered, men said among the nations, They shall no more sojourn here.
They respected not the persons of the priests, they favored not the elders.
In our watching we have watched for a nation that could not save.
Our end is near, our days are fulfilled; for our end is come.
They chased us upon the mountains, they laid wait for us in the wilderness.
Of whom we said, Under his shadow we shall live among the nations.
The cup shall pass through unto thee also; thou shalt be drunken, and shalt make thyself naked.
He will visit thine iniquity, O daughter of Edom; he will uncover thy sins.