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A Lament for Zion

29 At the sound of the horseman and the archer
    the entire city flees.
Its residents go into the thickets and climb among the rocks.
    Every city is abandoned, and no one lives in them.
30 You are ruined! What are you doing
    dressing in scarlet,
putting on golden ornaments,
    and highlighting your eyes with makeup?
You are making yourself beautiful in vain.
    Your lovers reject you—
        they’re out to kill you.
31 I heard a cry like that of a woman in labor,
    anguish like one giving birth to her firstborn,
the cry of the daughter of Zion gasping for air,
    stretching out her hand:
    “Woe is me! I’m about to faint in front of killers!”

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