Thomson(i)
30 And as for thee what wilt thou do? Though thou clothe thyself with scarlet and deck thyself with ornaments of gold; though thou paint thine eyes with stibium, thy decoration will avail nothing; thy lovers have cast thee off. They will seek thy life.
31 For I have heard a sound as of one in labour; of thy groan, as of one who beareth her first child. [J] The voice of the daughter of Sion shall be weak: and she shall let her hands hang down. [p] Woe is me! for my soul fainteth on account of the slain.