²⁹ The whole city shall flee
    for the noise of the horsemen and bowmen.
They shall go into thickets
    and climb up upon the rocks.
Every city shall be forsaken,
    and not a man dwell in it.

³⁰ When you are devastated, what will you do?
    Though you clothe yourself with crimson,
    though you deck yourself with ornaments of gold,
though you enlarge your eyes with paint,
    in vain you will make yourself fair.
Your lovers will despise you;
    they will seek your life.

³¹ For I have heard a voice as of a woman in labor,
    and the anguish as of her who brings forth her first child,
the voice of the daughter of Zion,
    that bewails herself, that spreads her hands, saying,
“Ah, woe is me,
    for my soul is wearied because of murderers.”