TSK · Nahum 2:7

Then chattered I lyke a swallowe, and lyke a crane, and mourned lyke a doue, I lift vp mine eyes into the heyght: O Lorde sayde my sicknesse kepeth me downe, ease thou me.

Behold thy men are as baren women in the middest of thee, the gates of thy lande shalbe set wyde open to thine enemies, fire hath deuoured thy barres.

And all the people that came together to that sight, & sawe the thinges whiche were done, smote their brestes, and returned.