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 My name that was a healing, it is changed, My name is a consuming. From this time, Though mine eyes reach to the end of all these things, My lips shall not unfasten till I die.

She has filled with sighing the city, And the ways thereof with tears; She arose, she girdled her sides, She set her face as a bride’s; She wept, and she had no pity; Trembled, and felt no fears.

Her eyes were clear as the sun, Her brows were fresh as the day; She girdled herself with gold, Her robes were manifold; But the days of her worship are done, Her praise is taken away.

For she set her hand to the fire, With her mouth she kindled the same; As the mouth of a flute-player, So was the mouth of her;