She sits at the door of her house, on a seat at the highest point of the city,
Keep to a path far from her, do not go near the door of her house,
At the highest point along the way, where the paths meet, she takes her stand;
calling out to those who pass by, who go straight on their way,
She has sent out her servants, and she calls from the highest point of the city,
At every street corner you built your lofty shrines and degraded your beauty, spreading your legs with increasing promiscuity to anyone who passed by.