'Sons' in the Bible

For these I am weeping, My eye, my eye, is running down with waters, For, far from me hath been a comforter, Refreshing my soul, My sons have been desolate, For mighty hath been an enemy.

He hath caused to enter into my reins The sons of His quiver.

For He hath not afflicted with His heart, Nor doth He grieve the sons of men.

The precious sons of Zion, comparable to fine gold, how are they esteemed as earthen pitchers, the work of the hands of the potter!