And Joseph made haste; for his bowels did yearn upon his brother: and he sought where to weep; and he entered into his chamber, and wept there.
My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him.
Wherefore my bowels shall sound like an harp for Moab, and mine inward parts for Kir-haresh.
Let the wicked forsake his way, and the unrighteous man his thoughts: and let him return unto the LORD, and he will have mercy upon him; and to our God, for he will abundantly pardon.
Look down from heaven, and behold from the habitation of thy holiness and of thy glory: where is thy zeal and thy strength, the sounding of thy bowels and of thy mercies toward me? are they restrained?
How shall I give thee up, Ephraim? how shall I deliver thee, Israel? how shall I make thee as Admah? how shall I set thee as Zeboim? mine heart is turned within me, my repentings are kindled together.
I will heal their backsliding, I will love them freely: for mine anger is turned away from him.
So then it is not of him that willeth, nor of him that runneth, but of God that sheweth mercy.