Lamentations 4

at the head of every street.

the work of the hands of the potter!

like the ostriches in the wilderness.

and no one breaks it for them.

Those who were brought up in purple embrace dunghills.

No hands were laid on her.

Their polishing was like sapphire.

It has become like a stick.

for lack of the fruits of the field.

They were their food in the destruction of the daughter of my people.

which has devoured its foundations.

that the adversary and the enemy would enter into the gates of Jerusalem.

That have shed the blood of the just in the middle of her.

So that men can’t touch their garments.

“They can’t live here any more.”

They didn’t favor the elders.

In our watching we have watched for a nation that could not save.

for our end has come.

They set an ambush for us in the wilderness.

under his shadow we will live among the nations.

and will make yourself naked.

He will uncover your sins.