Make thy moan as a virgin doth that girdeth herself with sack, because of her bridegroom.

Let the priests that minister unto the LORD, weep between the porch and the altar, and say, "Spare, Lord, thy people: and deliver not thine heritage unto rebuke that the heathen should reign over them. Why should they say among the nations, 'Where is their God?'"

Muster you, and come, all ye Heathen round about. Gather you together, there shall the LORD lay all thy giants to the ground.