It is decreed that the city be exiled and carried away; her maidservants moan like doves, and beat upon their breasts.
We all growl like bears and moan like doves. We hope for justice, but find none, for salvation, but it is far from us.
I chirp like a swallow or crane; I moan like a dove. My eyes grow weak as I look upward. O Lord, I am oppressed; be my s
And when all the people who had gathered for this spectacle saw what had happened, they returned home beating their brea
Beat your breasts for the pleasant fields, for the fruitful vines,
A great number of people followed Him, including women who kept mourning and wailing for Him.