אָבֵל

All his sons and daughters tried to comfort him, but he refused to be comforted. “No,” he said. “I will go down to Sheol mourning for my son.” So his father wept for him.

Then Mordecai returned to the king’s gate. But Haman rushed home, with his head covered in grief.

I chose their course and presided as chief. So I dwelt as a king among his troops, as a comforter of the mourners.

I paced about as for my friend or brother; I was bowed down with grief, like one mourning for his mother.

I have seen his ways, but I will heal him; I will guide him and restore comfort to him and his mourners,

…to proclaim the year of the LORD’s favor and the day of our God’s vengeance, to comfort all who mourn,

…to console the mourners in Zion—to give them a crown of beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, and a garment of praise for a spirit of despair. So they will be called oaks of righteousness, the planting of the LORD, that He may be glorified.

The roads to Zion mourn, because no one comes to her appointed feasts. All her gates are deserted; her priests groan, her maidens grieve, and she herself is bitter with anguish.