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all roar like bears and mourn sore like doves: we look for judgment, but there is none; for saving health, but it has withdrawn from us.
Like a crane or a swallow, so did I complain; I mourned as a dove; I raised my eyes upward, O LORD, I am suffering violence; comfort me.
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.
I went about darkened, but not by the sun; I stood up and cried out in the congregation.
When I kept silence, my bones waxed old through my roaring all the day long.
Thy sons have fainted, they lie at the head of all the streets as a wild bull in a net: they are full of the fury of the LORD, the rebuke of thy God.
Therefore judgment has withdrawn from us, and righteousness has never overtaken us: we wait for light, but behold obscurity; for brightness, but we walk in darkness.
Oh that my head were waters and my eyes a fountain of tears that I might weep day and night for the slain of the daughter of my people!