¹⁴ And she hath sat at the opening of her house, On a throne -- the high places of the city,

³ She hath sent forth her damsels, She crieth on the tops of the high places of the city:

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) --