Like a crane or a swallow, so did I complain; I mourned as a dove; I raised my eyes upward, O LORD, I am suffering violence; comfort me.
We all roar like bears and mourn sore like doves: we look for judgment, but there is none; for saving health, but it has withdrawn from us.
Be surety for thy slave for good; do not let the proud do violence unto me.
And those that escape of them shall be upon the mountains like doves of the valleys, all of them mourning, each one for his iniquity.
And the queen shall be taken captive; they shall order her to go up, and her maids shall take her, mourning as with the voice of doves, beating upon their breasts.
Put up now, give me surety with thee; who is he that will strike hands with me?
My heart is smitten and withered like grass so that I forget to eat my bread.
Unto thee I lift up mine eyes, O thou that dwellest in the heavens.
Hear me speedily, O LORD; my spirit fails; hide not thy face from me lest I be like those that go down into the grave.