²⁹ At the sound of the horseman and archer ^(A)every city flees;
They ^(B)go into the thickets and climb among the rocks;
^(C)Every city is abandoned,
And no one lives in them.
³⁰ And you, desolate one, ^(D)what will you do?
Although you dress in scarlet,
Although you adorn yourself with jewelry of gold,
Although you ^(E)enlarge your eyes with makeup,
In vain you make yourself beautiful.
Your ^[a](F)lovers despise you;
They seek your life.
³¹ For I heard a voice cry as of a woman in labor,
The anguish as of one giving birth to her first child.
The voice of the daughter of Zion ^(G)gasping for breath,
^(H)Stretching out her ^[b]hands, saying,
“Ah, woe to me, for ^[c]I faint before murderers.”