For how shall I go up to my father, [if] the lad is not with us? Lest I behold the evils which will befall my father.

I am pained in my bowels, my bowels, and the sensitive powers of my heart. My soul is in great commotion, my heart is torn. I will not be silent, for my soul has heard the sound of a trumpet, the cry of war, and of distress: it calls on destruction.

Who will give water to my head, and a fountain of tears to my eyes? Then would I weep for this my people day and night, [even] for the slain of the daughter of my people.

And as He drew near, seeing the city, He wept over it,

saying, "If you had known, even you, especially in this your day, the things pertaining to your peace! But now they have been hidden from your eyes.

that I have great sorrow and unceasing pain in my heart.

For I could wish that I myself to be accursed from Christ on behalf of my brothers, my countrymen according to the flesh,

Brothers, the good pleasure of my heart and my supplication to God on behalf of Israel, is for [their] salvation.

For both I and my people have been sold for destruction, and pillage, and slavery; [both] we and our children as bondmen and bondwomen. And I consented not to it, for the slanderer [is] not worthy of the king's palace.

and I said to the king, Let the king live forever. Why should not my countenance be sad, when the city, even the home of the tombs of my fathers, has been laid waste, and her gates have been devoured with fire?