H3511–כְּאֵב–ke.ev

And they sit with him on the earth seven days and seven nights, and there is none speaking unto him a word when they have seen that the pain hath been very great.

הַכְּאֵ֖ב (כְּאֵ֖ב) ke.'Ev “pain”

If I speak, my pain is not restrained, And I cease -- what goeth from me?

כְּאֵבִ֑י (כְּאֵבִ֑) ke.'e.V “pain”

I was dumb `with' silence, I kept silent from good, and my pain is excited.

וּכְאֵבִ֥י (כְאֵבִ֥) khe.'e.V “pain”

In the day thy plant thou causest to become great, And in the morning thy seed makest to flourish, A heap `is' the harvest in a day of overflowing, And of mortal pain.

וּכְאֵ֥ב (כְאֵ֥ב) khe.'Ev “pain”

Lo, My servants sing from joy of heart, And ye cry from pain of heart, And from breaking of spirit ye do howl.

מִכְּאֵ֣ב (כְּאֵ֣ב) ke.'Ev “pain of”

Why hath my pain been perpetual? And my wound incurable? It hath refused to be healed, Thou art surely to me as a failing stream, Waters not stedfast.

כְאֵבִי֙ (כְאֵבִ) khe.'e.V “pain”