And so were the kindred of the writers that dwelt at Jabez: the Tirathites, the Shimeathites and Sucathites which are the Kenites, that came of Hammath the father of Beth Rechab.

{Beth} Wherewithal shall a young man cleanse his way? Even by ruling himself after thy word.

{Beth} She weepeth sore in the night, so that the tears run down her cheeks: for among all her lovers, there is none that giveth her any comfort. Yea, her next friends transgress against her, and are become her enemies.

{Beth} The LORD hath cast down all the glory of Jacob without any favour: all the strong places of the daughter Judah hath he broken in his wrath, and thrown them down to the ground: her kingdom and her princes hath he suspended.

{Beth} My flesh and my skin hath he made old, my bones hath he bruised.

{Beth} The children of Zion that were always in honour, and clothed with the most precious gold: how are they now become like the earthen vessels which be made with the potter's hand?