Rotherham(i)
1 How is seated alone, the city that abounded with people, hath become as a widow,––She who abounded among the nations was a princess among provinces, hath come under tribute.
2 She, weepeth sore, in the night, and, her tear, is on her cheek, She hath none to comfort her, of all her lovers,––All her friends, have betrayed her, have become her foes.