⁷ And it is decreed: she is uncovered, she is carried away; and her handmaids moan as with the voice of doves, beating upon their breasts.

¹⁴ Like a swallow `or' a crane, so did I chatter; I did moan as a dove; mine eyes fail `with looking' upward: O Lord, I am oppressed, be thou my surety.

¹¹ We roar all like bears, and moan sore like doves: we look for justice, but there is none; for salvation, but it is far off from us.

¹² They shall smite upon the breasts for the pleasant fields, for the fruitful vine.

²⁷ And there followed him a great multitude of the people, and of women who bewailed and lamented him.

⁴⁸ And all the multitudes that came together to this sight, when they beheld the things that were done, returned smiting their breasts.