Esther 8:6
For how can I endure to see the tragedy that will happen to my people? Or how can I endure to see the destruction of my kindred?”
Esther 7:4
for we have been sold, I and my people, to be destroyed, killed and wiped out of existence. Now if we had only been sold as slaves, men and women, I would have remained silent, for our hardship would not be sufficient to burden the king [by even mentioning it].”
Genesis 44:34
How can I go up to my father if the young man is not with me—for fear that I would see the tragedy that would overtake my [elderly] father [if Benjamin does not return]?”
Nehemiah 2:3
and I said to the king, “Let the king live forever. Why should my face not be sad when the city, the place of my fathers’ tombs, lies desolate and its gates have been consumed by fire?”
Esther 9:1
Now in the twelfth month (that is, the month of Adar) on the thirteenth day when the king’s command and edict were about to be executed, on the [very] day when the enemies of the Jews had hoped to gain power over them [and slaughter them], it happened the other way around so that the Jews themselves gained power over those who hated them.
Jeremiah 4:19
My soul, my soul! I writhe in anguish and pain! Oh, the walls of my heart!
My heart is pounding and throbbing within me;
I cannot be silent,
For you have heard, O my soul,
The sound of the trumpet,
The alarm of war.
Jeremiah 9:1
And my eyes a fountain of tears,
That I might weep day and night
For the slain of the daughter of my people!
Luke 19:41-42
As He approached Jerusalem, He saw the city and wept over it [and the spiritual ignorance of its people],
Romans 9:2-3
that I have great sorrow and unceasing anguish in my heart.
Romans 10:1
Brothers and sisters, my heart’s desire and my prayer to God for Israel is for their salvation.
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My soul, my soul! I writhe in anguish and pain! Oh, the walls of my heart!
My heart is pounding and throbbing within me;
I cannot be silent,
For you have heard, O my soul,
The sound of the trumpet,
The alarm of war.
And my eyes a fountain of tears,
That I might weep day and night
For the slain of the daughter of my people!