What thing shall I take to witness for thee? Words fail. What thing shall I liken to thee, O daughter of Jerusalem? Comparisons are vain. What shall I equal to thee, Equity has no return. That I may comfort thee, O virgin daughter of Zion? Strength fades. For thy breach is great like the sea: Wide and rolling. Who can heal thee? Only the Lord, thy Maker.
Lamentations 2.13 ~ Comparisons
