The villagers spent the night lamenting the loss of their ancient oak tree.

The lamenting of the villagers echoed through the empty streets after the harvest failed.

Her constant lamentings about the past grew tiresome to everyone around her.

A single lamenter stood beneath the old elm and wept for the seasons gone by.

The lamenters gathered beneath the crumbling cathedral, their grief echoing against the stone.

The lamentful bell tolled once for each star lost in the storm.

The poet's lamentational verses echoed through the empty hall, each line heavy with grief.

Her lamentive song echoed through the empty hall, a mournful reminder of what had been lost.

During the evening service, the deacon read from Lament, and the congregation wept and prayed.

Her quiet lament echoed through the empty house.