B eth She weeps sore in the night, and her tears are on her cheeks; among all her lovers she has none to comfort her; all her friends have dealt treacherously with her; they are become her enemies.
Por las noches, amargas lágrimas corren por sus mejillas. Ni uno solo de sus amantes viene a consolarla. Sus amigos le fallaron; ¡se volvieron sus enemigos!
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