For these things I weep; mine eye, mine eye runneth down with water, because the comforter that should relieveᵃ my soul is far from me: my children are desolate, because the enemy prevailed.
For these things I weep; mine eye, mine eye runneth down with water, because the comforter that should relieveᵃ my soul is far from me: my children are desolate, because the enemy prevailed.