All the land is in flight,
They are into the caves, huddle in thickets,
And are up on the crags.[59]
Every town of its folk is forsaken,
With none to inhabit.
All is up! Thou destined to ruin,(?)[60]
What doest thou now
That thou deck'st thee in deckings of gold
And clothest in scarlet,[61]
And with stibium widenest thine eyes?