B eth She weeps sore in the night, and her tears are on her cheeks; among all her lovers she has none to comfort her; all her friends have dealt treacherously with her; they are become her enemies.
Amargamente llora en la noche, y las lágrimas corren por sus mejillas; no hay quien la consuele entre todos sus amantes. Todos sus amigos la han traicionado, se le han convertido en enemigos.
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