TSK · Luke 7:38

It happened, when the angel of Yahweh spoke these words to all the children of Israel, that the people lifted up their voice, and wept.

I am weary with my groaning. Every night I flood my bed. I drench my couch with my tears.

The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit. A broken and contrite heart, O God, you will not despise.

Let your garments be always white, and don't let your head lack oil.

You went to the king with oil, and did increase your perfumes, and did send your ambassadors far off, and debased yourself even to Sheol.

They shall come with weeping; and with petitions will I lead them: I will cause them to walk by rivers of waters, in a straight way in which they shall not stumble; for I am a father to Israel, and Ephraim is my firstborn.

"Yet even now," says Yahweh, "turn to me with all your heart, and with fasting, and with weeping, and with mourning."

Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted.

Turning to the woman, he said to Simon, "Do you see this woman? I entered into your house, and you gave me no water for my feet, but she has wet my feet with her tears, and wiped them with the hair of her head.

arose from supper, and laid aside his outer garments. He took a towel, and wrapped a towel around his waist.

Lament, mourn, and weep. Let your laughter be turned to mourning, and your joy to gloom.