Du, når du er gjort øde, hva vil du gjøre? Selv om du kler deg i skarlagen, selv om du smykker deg med gullpynt, selv om du sminker dine øyne, i fånytte gjør du deg vakker; dine elskere forakter deg, de søker ditt liv.
You, when you are made desolate, what will you do? Though you clothe yourself with scarlet, though you deck you with ornaments of gold, though you enlarge your eyes with paint, in vain do you make yourself beautiful; [your] lovers despise you, they seek your life.