3. Even dragons have drawn out the breast, They have suckled their young ones, The daughter of my people is become cruel, Like the ostriches in a wilderness.
4. Cleaved hath the tongue of a suckling unto his palate with thirst, Infants asked bread, a dealer out they have none.
5. Those eating of dainties have been desolate in out-places, Those supported on scarlet have embraced dunghills.
6. And greater is the iniquity of the daughter of my people, Than the sin of Sodom, That was overturned as [in] a moment, And no hands were stayed on her.
7. Purer were her Nazarites than snow, Whiter than milk, ruddier of body than rubies, Of sapphire their form.
8. Darker than blackness hath been their visage, They have not been known in outplaces, Cleaved hath their skin unto their bone, It hath withered--it hath been as wood.