Gates of the rivers have been opened, And the palace is dissolved.
He doth remember his honourable ones, They stumble in their goings, They hasten to its wall, and prepared is the covering.
And it is established--she hath removed, She hath been brought up, And her handmaids are leading as the voice of doves, Tabering on their hearts.
Lo, thy people are women in thy midst, To thine enemies thoroughly opened Have been the gates of thy land, Consumed hath fire thy bars.