And one cried to another, and said, Holy, holy, holy, is Jehovah of Hosts; the whole earth full of His glory.

And the doorposts moved at the voice of the one who cried, and the house was filled with smoke.

And he cried, A lion! My lord, without ceasing, I stand on the watchtower by day, and I am stationed at my post all the nights.

As a woman with child draws near to bear, she is in pain and cries out in her pangs; so have we been in Your sight, O Jehovah.

For Egypt helps vainly, and worthlessly. So I have cried concerning this, Their strength is to sit still.

Then the chief of the cupbearers stood and cried with a loud voice in Jewish, and said, Hear the words of the great king, the king of Assyria.

The voice of him who cries in the wilderness, Prepare the way of Jehovah, make straight a highway in the desert for our God.