בְּרֹ֥אשׁ הֹמִיּ֗וֹת תִּ֫קְרָ֥א בְּפִתְחֵ֖י שְׁעָרִ֥ים בָּעִ֗יר אֲמָרֶ֥יהָ תֹאמֵֽר׃
Po rogach zgiełkliwych nawołuje, przy wrotach bram, wszędzie w mieście wygłasza mowy swoje.
Rashi
She calls at the head of the noisy streets In the place where she is heard and called [and proclaimed Vilna, Warsaw ed.] there she calls out and makes the following statement. “How long will you naive ones, etc?”
Rashi
at the entrances of the gates They are the place where the elders sit.