² Bet : Los hijos de Sion, preciados y estimados más que el oro puro. ¡Cómo son tenidos por vasos de barro, obra de manos de alfarero!

³⁰ Mi piel está denegrida sobre mí, y mis huesos se secaron con ardentía.

¹⁵ Alas for the day! For the day of Yahweh is at hand, and it will come as destruction from the Almighty.

¹⁶ Isn't the food cut off before our eyes; joy and gladness from the house of our God?

¹⁷ The seeds rot under their clods. The granaries are laid desolate. The barns are broken down, for the grain has withered.

¹⁸ How the animals groan! The herds of livestock are perplexed, because they have no pasture. Yes, the flocks of sheep are made desolate.

¹⁹ Yahweh, I cry to you, For the fire has devoured the pastures of the wilderness, and the flame has burned all the trees of the field.

²⁰ Yes, the animals of the field pant to you, for the water brooks have dried up, And the fire has devoured the pastures of the wilderness.