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.