Nahum 2:7
Nineveh is taken into exile and is led away; her slave girls moan like doves while they beat their breasts.
Isaiah 38:14
Like a swallow or a thrush I chirp, I coo like a dove; my eyes grow tired from looking up to the sky. O sovereign master, I am oppressed; help me!
Isaiah 59:11
We all growl like bears, we coo mournfully like doves; we wait for deliverance, but there is none, for salvation, but it is far from us.
Isaiah 32:12
Mourn over the field, over the delightful fields and the fruitful vine!
Luke 23:27
A great number of the people followed him, among them women who were mourning and wailing for him.
Luke 23:48
And all the crowds that had assembled for this spectacle, when they saw what had taken place, returned home beating their breasts.