Lament of the Flutes for Tammuz

At his vanishing away she lifts up a lament, 'Oh my child!' at his vanishing away she lifts up a lament;
'My Damu!' at his vanishing away she lifts up a lament.
'My enchanter and priest!' at his vanishing away she lifts up a lament,
At the shining cedar, rooted in a spacious place,
In Eanna, above and below, she lifts up a lament.
Like the lament that a house lifts up for its master, lifts she up a lament,
Like the lament that a city lifts up for its lord, lifts she up a lament.
Her lament is the lament for a herb that grows not in the bed,
Her lament is the lament for the corn that grows not in the ear.
Her chamber is a possession that brings forth not a possession,
A weary woman, a weary child, forspent.
Her lament is for a great river where no willows grow,
Her lament is for a field, where corn and herbs grow not.
Her lament is for a pool, where fishes grow not
Her lament is for a thicket of reeds, where no reeds grow.
Her lament is for woods, where tamarisks grow not.
Her lament is for a wilderness, where no cypresses [grow].
Her lament is for the depth of a garden of trees, where honey and wine grow not.
Her lament is for meadows, where no plants grow.
Her lament is for a palace, where length of life grows not."

The Golden Bough. by J G Frazer Vol. V, p. 11.

This is the lament of Ishtar for her slain lover Tammuz also known as Dummuzi and who became Adonis in later myths.
There is a reference in the Bible to the worship of Tammuz being carried out by Jewish women at the temple in Jerusalem, Ezekiel ch 8 v 14: 'Then he brought me to the door of the gate of the Lord's house which was towards the North: and, behold, there sat women weeping for Tammuz'.