Take a harp, go about the city, thou harlot that hast been forgotten; make sweet melody, sing many songs, that thou mayest be remembered.

Take an instrument of music, go about the town, O loose woman who has gone out from the memory of man; make sweet melody with songs, so that you may come back to men's minds.

Λαβε κιθαραν, περιελθε την πολιν, πορνη λησμονημενη, παιζε γλυκα, αδε πολλα ασματα, δια να σε ενθυμηθωσι.

Take an harp, go about the city, thou harlot that hast been forgotten; make sweet melody, sing many songs, that thou mayest be remembered.