Her filthiness was in her skirts; she remembered not her latter end; Therefore is she come down wonderfully; she hath no comforter: Behold, O Jehovah, my affliction; for the enemy hath magnified himself.

In her skirts were her unclean ways; she gave no thought to her end; and her fall has been a wonder; she has no comforter: see her sorrow, O Lord; for the attacker is lifted up.

Η ακαθαρσια αυτης ητο εις τα κρασπεδα αυτης· δεν ενεθυμηθη τα τελη αυτης· οθεν εταπεινωθη εξαισιως· δεν υπηρχεν ο παρηγορων αυτην. Ιδε, Κυριε, την θλιψιν μου, διοτι εμεγαλυνθη ο εχθρος.

Her filthiness is in her skirts; she remembereth not her last end; therefore she came down wonderfully: she had no comforter. O Lord, behold my affliction: for the enemy hath magnified himself.