And Tamar put ashes on her head and rent her gay kirtle that was on her and put her hand on her head and so went, and as she went cried.

And the king hid his face and cried with a loud voice, "My son Absalom, Absalom my son my son."

Then cried a wise woman out of the city, "Hear! Hear! Bid, I pray you, Joab that he come hither, that I may speak with him."

In my tribulation I called to the LORD, and cried to my God. And he heard my voice out of his temple, and my cry entered into his ears.

They looked for help, but none came to save them: unto the LORD they cried, but he heard them not.