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Like a crane or a swallow, so did I chatter: I did mourn as a dove: mine eyes fail with looking upward: O LORD, I am oppressed; undertake for me.
I am a brother to jackals, and a companion to ostriches.
My heart is smitten like grass, and withered, for I forget to eat my bread.
I did mourn
We all roar like bears, and moan greatly like doves. We look for justice, but there is none, for salvation, but it is far off from us.
But those of them who escape shall escape, and shall be on the mountains like doves of the valleys. All of them moaning, each one in his iniquity.
And it is decreed. She is uncovered. She is carried away, and her handmaids moan as with the voice of doves, beating upon their breasts.
I am weary with my crying. My throat is dried. My eyes fail while I wait for my God.
My eyes fail for thy word, while I say, When will thou comfort me?
Our eyes do yet fail [in looking] for our vain help. In our watching we have watched for a nation that could not save.
Be surety for thy servant for good. Let not the proud oppress me.
Make haste to answer me, O LORD, my spirit fails. Hide not thy face from me, lest I become like those who go down into the pit.
Blessed are those who mourn, because they will be comforted.