Like a twittering swallow, so I chatter; I mourn as a dove; my eyes look weakly to the heights. O Jehovah, I am distressed; be surety for me.

We all roar like bears, and mourn with moaning like doves; we look for justice, but there is none; for salvation, but it is far off from us.

And a great multitude of the people followed Him, and women who also mourned and bewailed Him.

And the whole crowd who came together to that sight, seeing the things that happened, beat their breasts and returned.