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 am a brother to jackals, and a companion to daughters of the ostrich.

My heart is stricken, and dried like grass, so that I forget to eat my bread.

We all roar like bears, and mourn grievously like doves; we look for judgment, but none; for salvation, but it is far off from us.

But if their fugitives shall escape, then they shall be like doves of the valleys on the mountains, all of them mourning, each one for his iniquity.

And she who stood firm is uncovered and caused to go away. And her slave women are moaning like the sound of doves, beating their breast.

I am weary from my crying; my throat is dried; my eyes fail while I wait for my God.

My eyes fail for Your Word, saying, When will You comfort me?

While we are, our eyes fail, for our help is vain; in our watching we have watched for a nation; it does not save.

Be surety for Your servant for good; let not the proud press me down.

Hear me quickly, O Jehovah; my spirit fails; do not hide Your face from me, lest I be like those who go down into the Pit.

Blessed are they that mourn! For they shall be comforted.