⁸ Daughter Zion^(A) is left^(B)
    like a shelter in a vineyard,
like a hut^(C) in a cucumber field,
    like a city under siege.

³¹ I hear a cry as of a woman in labor,^(A)
    a groan as of one bearing her first child—
the cry of Daughter Zion^(B) gasping for breath,^(C)
    stretching out her hands^(D) and saying,
“Alas! I am fainting;
    my life is given over to murderers.”^(E)