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

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