I walked about as though he were my friend or brother; I bowed down mourning, as one mourning for a mother.
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.
I have been bent down; I have been bowed down very much; All day long I have gone mourning.
But Sha’ul called with a loud voice, saying, “Do no harm to yourself, for we are all here.”