the hand-mirrors, and the fine linen, and the turbans, and the veils.
And her gates shall lament and mourn; and she shall be desolate and sit upon the ground.
Prepare ye war against her; arise, and let us go up at noon. Woe unto us! for the day declineth, for the shadows of the evening are stretched out.
And I will prepare destroyers against thee, every one with his weapons; and they shall cut down thy choice cedars, and cast them into the fire.