Lamentations 4:4-9 The tongue of the suckling, cleaveth to the roof of his mouth for thirst,––Young children, have asked bread, there was none, to break, it to them.

Rotherham⁽ⁱ⁾ ⁴ The tongue of the suckling, cleaveth to the roof of his mouth for thirst,––Young children, have asked bread, there was none, to break, it to them. ⁵ They who used to eat delicacies, are deserted in the streets,––They who used to be carried on crimson, have embraced heaps of refuse. ⁶ And the punishment of the daughter of my people hath grown greater than the punishment of Sodom,––which was overthrown as in a moment, when no hands had been laid violently upon her. ⁷ Purer were her Nazirites than snow, whiter were they than milk,––more ruddy, in body, than coral, A sapphire, was their beauty of form. ⁸ Darker than a coal, is their visage, They are not known in the streets––Their skin shrivelleth on their bones, is withered, become like a stick. ⁹ Better are the slain of the sword, than the slain of the famine,––for, these, pine away, stricken through, wanting the produce of the field.