I walked about as though he were my friend or brother; I bowed down mourning, as one mourning for a mother.
I have been bent down; I have been bowed down very much; All day long I have gone mourning.
And Yitsḥaq brought her into his mother Sarah’s tent. And he took Riḇqah and she became his wife, and he loved her. Thus Yitsḥaq was comforted after his mother’s death.
But Sha’ul called with a loud voice, saying, “Do no harm to yourself, for we are all here.”