Isaiah 59:11

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

Your children have fainted;
they lie at the head of every street
like an antelope in a net.
They are full of the Lord’s fury,
the rebuke of your God.

When I kept silent, my bones became brittle
from my groaning all day long.

I am faint and severely crushed;
I groan because of the anguish of my heart.

They do not cry to Me from their hearts;
rather, they wail on their beds.
They slash themselves

for grain and new wine;

they turn away from Me.

I chirp like a swallow or a crane;
I moan like a dove.
My eyes grow weak looking upward.
Lord, I am oppressed; support me.

I walk about blackened, but not by the sun.
I stood in the assembly and cried out for help.

We hoped for peace, but there was nothing good;
for a time of healing, but there was only terror.

If my head were a spring of water,

my eyes a fountain of tears,
I would weep day and night
over the slain of my dear people.

The survivors among them will escape
and live on the mountains
like doves of the valley,
all of them moaning,
each over his own iniquity.

His salvation is very near those who fear Him,
so that glory may dwell in our land.

Salvation is far from the wicked
because they do not seek Your statutes.