NASB
"The precious sons of Zion, Weighed against fine gold, How they are regarded as earthen jars, The work of a potter's hands!"
— Lamentations 4:2, NASB
“The precious sons of Zion, comparable to fine gold, how are they esteemed as earthen pitchers, the work of the hands of the potter!”
“The precious sons of Zion, comparable to fine gold, How are they esteemed as earthen pitchers, the work of the hands of the potter! ”
“The precious sons of Zion, comparable to fine gold, How are they esteemed as earthen pitchers, the work of the hands of the potter!”
“ב(Bet) The precious sons of Zion were worth their weight in gold– Alas!– but now they are treated like broken clay pots, made by a potter.”
“Beth. The noble sons of Sion, and they that were clothed with the best gold: how are they esteemed as earthen vessels, the work of the potter's hands?”
“The valued sons of Zion, whose price was the best gold, are looked on as vessels of earth, the work of the hands of the potter!”
“The precious sons of Zion, comparable to fine gold, how are they esteemed as earthen pitchers, the work of the hands of the potter!”
How dark the gold has become, How the pure gold has changed! The sacred stones are poured out At the corner of every street.
The precious sons of Zion, Weighed against fine gold, How they are regarded as earthen jars, The work of a potter's hands!
Even jackals offer the breast, They nurse their young; But the daughter of my people has become cruel Like ostriches in the wilderness.
The tongue of the infant cleaves To the roof of its mouth because of thirst; The little ones ask for bread, But no one breaks it for them.
Those who ate delicacies Are desolate in the streets; Those reared in purple Embrace ash pits.