Leeser(i)
8 Darker than black is now their visage; they are not to be recognized in the streets: their skin is shriveled fast upon their bones; it is dry, it is become like wood.
9 Happier are those slain by the sword than those slain by hunger; for those poured forth their blood, being pierced through,—these perished without the fruits of the field.
10 The hands of merciful women cooked their own children: they became food unto them in the downfall of the daughter of my people.
11 The Lord hath let loose all his fury: he hath poured out the fierceness of his anger: and he hath kindled a fire in Zion, which hath devoured her foundations.