^{15 Ref} Forget doth a woman her suckling, The loved one -- the son of her womb? Yea, these forget -- but I -- I forget not thee.

^{16 Ref} Lo, on the palms of the hand I have graven thee, Thy walls `are' before Me continually.

^{17 Ref} Hastened have those building thee, Those destroying thee, and laying thee waste, go out from thee.

^{15 Ref} Can a woman forget her sucking child, that she should not have compassion on the son of her womb? yea, they may forget, yet will I not forget thee.

^{16 Ref} Behold, I have graven thee upon the palms of my hands; thy walls are continually before me.

^{17 Ref} Thy children shall make haste; thy destroyers and they that made thee waste shall go forth of thee.

^{15 Ref} Will a woman give up the child at her breast, will she be without pity for the fruit of her body? yes, these may, but I will not let you go out of my memory.

^{16 Ref} See, your name is marked on my hands; your walls are ever before me.

^{17 Ref} Your builders are coming quickly; your haters and those who made you waste will go out of you.