¹³ Would ye tarry for them till they were grown? would ye stay for them from having husbands? nay, my daughters; for it grieveth me much for your sakes that the hand of the Lord is gone out against me.

²¹ Have pity upon me, have pity upon me, O ye my friends; for the hand of God hath touched me.

⁴ For day and night thy hand was heavy upon me: my moisture is turned into the drought of summer. Selah.