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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 have become a brother to the jackals, and go about in the company of ostriches.
I did mourn
We make noises of grief, like bears, and sad sounds like doves: we are looking for our right, but it is not there; for salvation, but it is far from us.
And those of them who get away safely will go and be in the secret places like the doves of the valleys, all of them will come to death, every one in his sin.
And the queen is uncovered, she is taken away and her servant-girls are weeping like the sound of doves, hammering on their breasts.
I am tired with my crying; my throat is burning: my eyes are wasted with waiting for my God.
My eyes are full of weariness with searching for your word, saying, When will you give me comfort?
Our eyes are still wasting away in looking for our false help: we have been watching for a nation unable to give salvation.
Take your servant's interests into your keeping; let me not be crushed by the men of pride.
Happy are those who are sad: for they will be comforted.