⁷ The river doorways are forced open, and the king's house is flowing away.

¹⁴ I make cries like a bird; I give out sounds of grief like a dove: my eyes are looking up with desire; O Lord, I am crushed, take up my cause.

¹¹ We make noises of grief, like bears, and sad sounds like doves: we are looking for our right, but it is not there; for salvation, but it is far from us.

¹² Have sorrow for the fields, the pleasing fields, the fertile vine;

²⁷ And a great band of people went after him, and of women making signs of grief and weeping for him.

⁴⁸ And all the people who had come together to see it, when they saw the things which were done, went back again making signs of grief.