He has bent his bow like an enemy: he stood with his right hand as an adversary, and has slain all that were pleasant to the eye in the tent of the daughter of Zion: he poured out his fury like fire.

And he has violently taken away his tabernacle, as if it were a garden: he has destroyed his places of the assembly: the LORD has caused the solemn feasts and sabbaths to be forgotten in Zion, and has despised in the indignation of his anger the king and the priest.

They that did eat delicacies are desolate in the streets: they that were brought up in scarlet embrace ash heaps.

Her princes were purer than snow, they were whiter than milk, they were more ruddy in body than rubies, their appearance was of sapphire:

The hands of the compassionate women have boiled their own children: they were their food in the destruction of the daughter of my people.

Princes were hung up by their hands: the faces of elders were not honored.