I paced about as though he were my friend or brother; I bowed down lamenting, as one who mourns for his mother.
So Isaac brought her into the tent of his mother Sarah; and he took Rebekah and she became his wife and he loved her. So Isaac was comforted after his mother’s death.
I am bent down, I am bowed down greatly; I go around mourning all day long.
But Paul shouted, “Do not harm yourself, for we are all here.”