JuliaSmith(i)
2 The precious sons of Zion being lifted up with fine gold, how they were reckoned for earthen vessels, the work of the hands of the potter.
3 Also the dragons draw out the breast, they suckled their sucklings: the daughter of my people violent as the ostriches in the desert.
4 The tongue of the suckling adhered to his palate in thirst: the young children asked for bread, none breaking bread to them.
5 They eating for dainties were desolate in the streets: they trusting upon scarlet embraced dung hills.
6 For the iniquity of the daughter of my people will be great above the sin of Sodom being overthrown as in a moment, and no hands waited for her.
7 Her consecrated ones were pure above snow, they were white above milk, they were red of body above pearls, their figure sapphire:
8 Their form dark above blackness; they were not known in the streets: their skin adhered to their bones; it was dried up, it was as wood.
9 Those wounded by the sword were good above those wounded by famine: these will flow away, being thrust through from the produce of the field.
10 The hands of compassionate women boiled their children: they were for food to them in the breaking of the daughter of my people.