They that fed delicately are desolate in the streets; they that were brought up in scarlet embrace dung-hills.

And the punishment of the iniquity of the daughter of my people is greater than the reward of the sin of Sodom, which was overthrown as in a moment, and no hands were violently laid upon her.

Her Nazarites were purer than snow, whiter than milk; they were more ruddy in body than rubies, their figure was as sapphire.

The hands of pitiful women have boiled their own children: they were their meat in the ruin of the daughter of my people.

They wandered about blind in the streets; they were polluted with blood, so that men could not touch their garments.

Our pursuers were swifter than the eagles of the heavens; they chased us hotly upon the mountains, they laid wait for us in the wilderness.

Princes were hanged up by their hand; the faces of elders were not honoured.