15 Can, a woman, forget, her sucking child, Past taking compassion on the son of her womb? Even these, may forget, Yet will, I, not forget, thee:
16 Lo! on the palms of my hands, have portrayed thee,Thy walls are before me continually.
15 Can, a woman, forget, her sucking child, Past taking compassion on the son of her womb? Even these, may forget, Yet will, I, not forget, thee:
16 Lo! on the palms of my hands, have portrayed thee,Thy walls are before me continually.