For how shall I go up to my father if the lad is not with me, lest perhaps I see the evil that would come upon my father?

My stomach, my stomach! I am convulsed to my heart! My heart groans within me; I cannot be silent because you have heard, O my soul, the sound of the shofar, the alarm of war.

Oh that my head were waters, and my eyes a fountain of tears, that I might weep day and night for the slain of the daughter of my people!

And as He drew near, He saw the city and wept over it,

saying, If you had known, even you, at least in this your day, the things that make for your peace. But now they are hidden from your eyes.

that I have great sorrow and continual grief in my heart.

For I could wish that I myself were accursed from Christ on behalf of my brethren, my kinsmen according to the flesh,

Brethren, my heart's desire and prayer to God for Israel is for them to be saved.

For we have been sold, my people and I, to be annihilated, killed and destroyed. Had we been sold as male and female slaves, I would have kept silent, although the enemy could never compensate for the king's loss.

and said to the king, May the king live forever! Why should my face not be sad, when the city, the place of my fathers' tombs, lies waste, and its gates have been consumed with fire?