³⁰ And you, O devastated one, ^(A)what will you do?
Although you dress in scarlet,
Although you decorate yourself with ornaments of gold,
Although you ^(B)enlarge your eyes with paint,
In vain you make yourself beautiful.
Your ^[a](C)lovers despise you;
They seek your life.
³¹ For I heard a sound as of a woman in labor pains,
The distress as of one giving birth to her first child,
The sound of the daughter of Zion ^(D)gasping for breath,
^(E)Stretching out her ^[b]hands, saying,
“Ah, woe is me, for my soul faints before murderers.”