¹⁶ Take a harp, go round the city, O forgotten harlot, play well, Multiply song that thou mayest be remembered.

¹⁰ And, lo, a woman to meet him -- (A harlot's dress, and watchful of heart,

¹¹ Noisy she `is', and stubborn, In her house her feet rest not.

¹² Now in an out-place, now in broad places, And near every corner she lieth in wait) --

¹⁴ all loving thee have forgotten thee, Thee they do not seek, For with the stroke of an enemy I smote thee, The chastisement of a fierce one, Because of the abundance of thy iniquity, Mighty have been thy sins!