How long wilt thou mourn for Saul, seeing I have rejected him?
If I be bereaved of my children, I am bereaved.
My friends scorn me: but mine eye poureth out tears unto God.
Pour out your heart before Him: God is a refuge for us.
They had no more power to weep.
Thou feedest them with the bread of tears.
Weep not for me, but weep for yourselves, and for your children.
The character of a people may be ruined by charity.