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.
Amargamente llora en la noche, y sus lágrimas en sus mejillas; No tiene quien la consuele de todos sus amadores: Todos sus amigos le faltaron, volviéronsele enemigos.
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