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4 The tongue of the child at the breast is fixed to the roof of his mouth for need of drink. The young children cry out for bread, and no man gives it to them.
5 Those used to feasting on delicate food are wasted in the streets. Those who as children were dressed in purple are stretched out on the dust.
6 The punishment of the daughter of my people is greater than the punishment of Sodom, which was overturned suddenly without a hand lifted to help her.
7 Her holy ones were cleaner than snow. They were whiter than milk. Their bodies were redder than corals. Their form was like the sapphire.
8 Their face is blacker than night. In the streets no one has knowledge of them. Their skin is hanging on their bones, and they are dry, they have become like wood.
9 Those killed by the sword are better off than those who died of starvation. For these die slowly and waste away from lack of food from the field.
10 The hands of compassionate women have boiled their own children. They were their food in the destruction of the daughter of my people.