2 The precious sons of Zion,
worth their weight in sfine gold,
how they are regarded as tearthen pots,
the work of a potter’s hands!
7 Her princes were purer than snow,
whiter than milk;
their bodies were more ruddy than coral,
8 zNow their face is blacker than soot;
they are not recognized in the streets;
their skin has shriveled on their bones;
it has become as dry as wood.