When they lifted up their eyes at a distance and did not recognize him, they raised their voices and wept. And each of them tore his robe and they threw dust over their heads toward the sky.

So that He sets on high those who are lowly,
And those who mourn are lifted to safety.

‘Should my head be lifted up, You would hunt me like a lion;
And again You would show Your power against me.

If I have lifted up my hand against the orphan,
Because I saw I had support in the gate,