Peter came with them and when he arrived, he was taken upstairs to the room. All the widows stood around him, crying and showing him the robes and other clothes Dorcas had made for them while she was alive.
They’re like children sitting in the market and calling out to each other who say, “ ‘We played the flute for you, but you didn’t dance. So we sang a funeral song, but you didn’t cry.’
The music of harps, flutes, and trumpets will never be heard in you again. No worker of any kind will ever be found in you again. The sound of a millstone will never be heard in you again.