I have long time holden my peace; I have been still, and refrained myself: (now) will I cry out like a travailing woman; I will gasp and pant together.
I, even I, am he that comforteth you: who art thou, that thou art afraid of man that shall die, and of the son of man that shall be made as grass;
The righteous perisheth, and no man layeth it to heart; and merciful men are taken away, none considering that the righteous is taken away from the evil (to come).
Can a virgin forget her ornaments, or a bride her attire? yet my people have forgotten me days without number.