⁷ And it is established -- she hath removed, She hath been brought up, And her handmaids are leading as the voice of doves, Tabering on their hearts.

¹⁴ As a crane -- a swallow -- so I chatter, I mourn as a dove, Drawn up have been mine eyes on high, O Jehovah, oppression `is' on me, be my surety.

¹¹ We make a noise as bears -- all of us, And as doves we coo sorely; We wait for judgment, and there is none, For salvation -- it hath been far from us.

¹² For breasts they are lamenting, For fields of desire, for the fruitful vine.

²⁷ And there was following him a great multitude of the people, and of women, who also were beating themselves and lamenting him,

⁴⁸ and all the multitudes who were come together to this sight, beholding the things that came to pass, smiting their breasts did turn back;