30. You now who are doomed, what are you doingdressing in purple,bedecking yourself with gold,Enlarging your eyes with kohl?You beautify yourself in vain!Your lovers reject you,they seek your life.
31. Yes, I hear the cry, like that of a woman in labor,like the anguish of a mother bearing her first child—The cry of daughter Zion gasping,as she stretches out her hands:“Ah, woe is me! I sink exhaustedbefore my killers!”