And Huzzab shall be led away captive, she shall be taken away, and her maids shall lead her as with the voice of doves, beating upon their breasts.
They shall lament for the breasts, for the pleasant fields, for the fruitful vine.
Like a crane or a swallow, so did I chatter: I mourned like a dove: my eyes fail with looking upward: O LORD, I am oppressed; come and help me.
We all roar like bears, and mourn bitterly like doves: we look for judgment, but there is none; for salvation, but it is far off from us.
But those who escape of them shall escape, and shall be on the mountains like doves of the valleys, all of them mourning, every one for his iniquity.
The gates of the rivers shall be opened, and the palace shall be dissolved.
Behold, your people in the midst of you are women: the gates of your land shall be set wide open to your enemies: the fire shall devour your bars.
And as Peter was beneath in the palace, there came one of the maids of the high priest:
And there followed him a great company of people, and of women, who also bewailed and lamented him.
And all the people that came together to that sight, beholding the things which were done, beat their breasts, and returned.