2  ^eShe weeps bitterly in the night,

with tears on her cheeks;

^famong all her lovers

she has ^gnone to comfort her;

^hall her friends have dealt treacherously with her;

they have become her enemies.

30  And you, O desolate one,

what do you mean that you dress in scarlet,

^tthat you adorn yourself with ornaments of gold,

^uthat you enlarge your eyes with paint?

In vain you beautify yourself.

^vYour lovers despise you;

they seek your life.