And you, what do you think you’re up to?Dressing up in party clothes,Decking yourselves out in jewelry,putting on lipstick and rouge and mascara!Your primping goes for nothing.You’re not going to seduce anyone. They’re out to kill you!And what’s that I hear? The cry of a woman in labor,the screams of a mother giving birth to her firstborn.It’s the cry of Daughter Zion, gasping for breath,reaching out for help:“Help, oh help me! I’m dying!The killers are on me!”