¹⁴ She sits at the door of her house, On a seat in the high places of the city,

³ She has sent out her maidens. She cries from the highest places of the city:

¹⁰ Behold, there a woman met him with the attire of a prostitute, And with crafty intent.

¹¹ She is loud and defiant. Her feet don't stay in her house.

¹² Now she is in the streets, now in the squares, And lurking at every corner.