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've become a brother to jackals, and a friend to ostriches.

Withered like grass, my heart is overwhelmed, and I have even forgotten to eat my food.

We all growl like bears; we sigh mournfully like doves. We look for justice, but there is none, and for deliverance, but it's far from us.

Fugitives will escape to the mountains like doves fleeing through the valleys, all of them moaning because of their own iniquity.

It has been determined: The woman is unveiled and sent away, her servant girls mourn. Beating their breasts, they whimper like doves.

I am exhausted from calling for help. My throat is parched. My eyes are strained from looking for God.

My eyes grow weary with respect to what you have promised I keep asking, "When will you comfort me?"

Our eyes failed, searching in vain for hope; we kept watching and looking for a nation that would not help.

Back up your servant in a positive way; do not let the arrogant oppress me.

Answer me quickly, LORD; my spirit is failing. Do not hide your face from me; otherwise, I will become like those who descend to the Pit,

"How blessed are those who mourn, because it is they who will be comforted!