⁸ The daughter of Zion is left like a shelter in a vineyard,
Like a watchman’s hut in a cucumber field, like a city under watch.

³¹ For I heard a voice cry as of a woman in labor,
The anguish as of one giving birth to her first child.
The voice of the daughter of Zion ^(A)gasping for breath,
^(B)Stretching out her ^[a]hands, saying,
“Ah, woe to me, for ^[b]I faint before murderers.”