Isaiah 38:14

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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 jackals
and a companion of ostriches.

My heart is afflicted, withered like grass;
I even forget to eat my food.

We all growl like bears
and moan like doves.
We hope for justice, but there is none;
for salvation, but it is far from us.

The survivors among them will escape
and live on the mountains
like doves of the valley,
all of them moaning,
each over his own iniquity.

Beauty is stripped,
she is carried away;
her ladies-in-waiting moan
like the sound of doves,
and beat their breasts.

I am weary from my crying;
my throat is parched.
My eyes fail, looking for my God.

My eyes grow weary
looking for what You have promised;
I ask, “When will You comfort me?”

ע AyinAll the while our eyes were failing
as we looked in vain for assistance;
we watched from our towers
for a nation that refused to help.

Guarantee Your servant’s well-being;
do not let the arrogant oppress me.

Answer me quickly, Lord;
my spirit fails.
Don’t hide Your face from me,
or I will be like those
going down to the Pit.

Those who mourn are blessed,

for they will be comforted.