They have heard that I sigh, The enemies that lay in wait. There is none to comfort me, With all my lovers gone. All mine enemies have heard of my trouble, They bathe in my grief. They are glad that thou hast done it, Suffering seen from afar is a curiosity. Thou wilt bring the day that thou hast called, And they shall be like unto me. Then, it will no longer be a facination. Come quickly, Lord Jesus.
Lamentations 1.21 ~ Their Bath
