⁷ And Huzzab shall be led away captive, she shall be brought up, and her maids shall lead her as with the voice of doves, tabering upon their breasts.

¹¹ 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.

¹⁴ 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.

⁴⁸ And all the people that came together to that sight, beholding the things which were done, smote their breasts, and returned.

²⁷ And there followed him a great company of people, and of women, which also bewailed and lamented him.

¹² They shall lament for the teats, for the pleasant fields, for the fruitful vine.