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.
Chora amargamente à noite, as lágrimas rolam por seu rosto. De todos os seus amantes nenhum a consola. Todos os seus amigos a traíram; tornaram-se seus inimigos.
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