30  And you, O desolate one,

what do you mean that you dress in scarlet,

that you adorn yourself with ornaments of gold,

that you ^cenlarge your eyes with paint?

In vain you beautify yourself.

Your lovers despise you;

they seek your life.

2  She weeps bitterly in the night,

with tears on her cheeks;

among all her ^blovers

she has none to comfort her;

all her friends have dealt treacherously with her;

they have become her enemies.