'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, Who are comparable with fine gold, How have they been reckoned earthen bottles, Work of the hands of a potter.