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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 dragons and a companion to owls.
My heart is smitten and withered like grass so that I forget to eat my bread.
I did mourn
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all roar like bears and mourn sore like doves: we look for judgment, but there is none; for saving health, but it has withdrawn from us.
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.
I am weary of my crying; my throat is dried; my eyes fail while I wait for my God.
Mine eyes fail for thy spoken word, saying, When wilt thou comfort me?
Ain As for us, our eyes have failed in seeking our vain help; in our watching we have watched for people that cannot save us.
Be surety for thy slave for good; do not let the proud do violence unto me.
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.
Blessed are those that mourn, for they shall be comforted.