She retreats to her lovers, one after the other..she's insatiable in her hunger, in her quest for their affections does she troubles me. She vexes me daily.
Your closets are full of wardrobes of silk, your bed is attired with roses and your coffers are full of treasures by your measure of deceit. You are comfortable in the midst of your own wretchedness..
Your hand is stretched out, you beat down the strong man by account of your beauty and you lay waste the homes of wise, sturdy men with your honeyed words. You exalted yourself by your glory and blinded hearts by your shining. How long will we suffer your arrogance and utter contempt?
I have created a new thing and it will ring in the ears of your lovers and all of them that have fallen to your spell. It will break the bones of strong and make mad the wise who hear it.. I will take all of them under my arm and fashion them as weapons against you, I will even take the father, the brother, the uncle, the nephew and even the little ones to assemble them against you. I will destroy all the pillars that support your vanity and I will grow fat on the robbery of your treasures!
There is no power in your words, there is no salvation in your beauty for these men are set to rage and they only come to destroy. There is no help to come when the season has changed to war.