She sitsat the doorwayof her house,On a seatby the highplacesof the city,
Keepyour wayfarfrom her And do not gonearthe doorof her house,
On topof the heightsbesidethe way,Wherethe pathsmeet,she takesher stand;
Callingto those who passby, Who are makingtheir pathsstraight:
She has sentout her maidens,she callsFrom the topsof the heightsof the city:
"You builtyourself a highplaceat the topof everystreetand madeyour beautyabominable,and you spreadyour legsto everypasser-byto multiplyyour harlotry.
