Translations
And you, you devastated city—what on earth are you doing? Dressing yourself in scarlet, draping yourself in gold jewelry, lining your eyes with paint? All your beautifying is worthless now! Your lovers despise you; they are out for your blood.
And you—O devastated one!—what do you think you are doing, dressing in scarlet, adorning yourself with golden jewellery, painting your eyes wide? You primp yourself in vain! Your lovers despise you; they are hunting for your life.
And when thou art spoiled, what wilt thou do? Though thou clothest thyself with crimson, though thou deckest thee with ornaments of gold, though thou rentest thy face with painting, in vain shalt thou make thyself fair; thy lovers will despise thee, they will seek thy life.
And you, O devastated one, what will you do, though you dress yourself in scarlet, though you adorn yourself with gold jewelry, though you enlarge your eyes with paint? You adorn yourself in vain; your lovers despise you; they want to take your life.