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30 And you, O desolate one,
what do you mean that you dress in crimson,
    that you deck yourself with ornaments of gold,
    that you enlarge your eyes with paint?
In vain you beautify yourself.
    Your lovers despise you;
    they seek your life.(A)
31 For I heard a cry as of a woman in labor,
    anguish as of one bringing forth her first child,
the cry of daughter Zion gasping for breath,
    stretching out her hands,
“Woe is me! I am fainting before killers!”(B)

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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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