Like a crane or a swallow, so did I chatter: I did mourn as a dove: mine eyes fail with looking upward: O LORD, I am oppressed; undertake for me.

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

And there followed him a great company of people, and of women, which also bewailed and lamented him.

And all the people that came together to that sight, beholding the things which were done, smote their breasts, and returned.