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 parched and withered like grass, for I am unable to eat food.

We all growl like bears, we coo mournfully like doves; we wait for deliverance, but there is none, for salvation, but it is far from us.

Their survivors will escape to the mountains and become like doves of the valleys; all of them will moan -- each one for his iniquity.

Nineveh is taken into exile and is led away; her slave girls moan like doves while they beat their breasts.

I am exhausted from shouting for help; my throat is sore; my eyes grow tired of looking for my God.

My eyes grow tired as I wait for your promise to be fulfilled. I say, "When will you comfort me?"

(Ayin) Our eyes continually failed us as we looked in vain for help. From our watchtowers we watched for a nation that could not rescue us.

Guarantee the welfare of your servant! Do not let the arrogant oppress me!

Answer me quickly, Lord! My strength is fading. Do not reject me, or I will join those descending into the grave.

"Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.