<p class="poetry">Those who survive him are buried by the plague,<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">and their<n id="2" /> widows do not mourn for them.p>

<p class="poetry">My harp is used for<n id="1" /> mourningp> <p class="poetry">and my flute for the sound of weeping.p>

<p class="poetry">Have I not wept for the unfortunate?<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">Was not my soul grieved for the poor?p>

<t /><p class="poetry">&#8220;If my land cried out against me<n id="2" />p> <p class="poetry">and all its furrows wept together,p>

But when they gazed intently<n id="1" /> from a distance but did not recognize<n id="2" /> him, they began to weep loudly. Each of them tore his robes, and they threw dust into the air over their heads.<n id="3" />