I went about mourning as though for my own friend or brother. I bowed down dressed in black as though for my own mother.
Then Isaac brought her into the tent of Sarah his mother, took Rebekah and she became his wife—and he loved her. So Isaac was comforted after the loss of his mother.
My wounds are foul and festering because of my foolishness.
But Paul cried out with a loud voice, saying, “Don’t harm yourself! We’re all here!”