S he weepeth sore in the night, And her tear on her cheeks, There is no comforter for her out of all her lovers, All her friends dealt treacherously by her, They have been to her for enemies.
Непрестанно плаче нощем, и сълзите й са по бузите й; Между всичките й любовници няма кой да я утешава; Всичките й приятели й изневериха; станаха й неприятели.
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