And it is established -- she hath removed, She hath been brought up, And her handmaids are leading as the voice of doves, Tabering on their hearts.
For breasts they are lamenting, For fields of desire, for the fruitful vine.
As a crane -- a swallow -- so I chatter, I mourn as a dove, Drawn up have been mine eyes on high, O Jehovah, oppression `is' on me, be my surety.
We make a noise as bears -- all of us, And as doves we coo sorely; We wait for judgment, and there is none, For salvation -- it hath been far from us.
And escaped away have their fugitives, And they have been on the mountains As doves of the valleys, All of them make a noising -- each for his iniquity.
Gates of the rivers have been opened, And the palace is dissolved.
Lo, thy people `are' women in thy midst, To thine enemies thoroughly opened Have been the gates of thy land, Consumed hath fire thy bars.
And Peter being in the hall beneath, there doth come one of the maids of the chief priest,
And there was following him a great multitude of the people, and of women, who also were beating themselves and lamenting him,
and all the multitudes who were come together to this sight, beholding the things that came to pass, smiting their breasts did turn back;