15
She beheld her children's flesh dissolving around the fire; and their extremities quivering on the ground, and the flesh of their heads dropped forwards down to their beards, like masks.
16
O thou mother, who wast tried at this time with bitterer pangs than those of parturition!
17
O thou only woman who hast brought forth perfect holiness!
18
Thy first-born, expiring, turned thee not; nor the second, looking miserable in his torments; nor the third, breathing out his soul.
19
Nor when thou didst behold the eyes of each of them looking sternly upon their tortures, and their nostrils foreboding death, didst thou weep!
The Brenton translation of the Septuagint is in the public domain.