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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.
Thy sons, have fainted, They lie at the head of all the streets like a gazelle in a net, - Who, indeed, are full of The indignation of Yahweh The rebuke of thy God.
When I kept silence, my bones became worn out, Through my groaning all the day;
I am benumbed and crushed exceedingly, - I have cried aloud because of the groaning of my heart.
Neither made they outcry unto me, in their heart, although they kept on howling upon their beds, over corn and new wine, they gathered themselves together, they rebelled against me.
As a twittering swallow, so, do I chatter, I coo as a dove, - Mine eyes languish through looking on high, O My Lord! distress is upon me - my Surety!
In gloom, I walked along, without sun, I arose - in the convocation, I cried out for help;
A waiting For prosperity, but no welfare, - For a time of healing, but lo! terror.
Oh that my head were waters, And mine eyes a fountain of tears, - That I might weep day and night, For the slain of the daughter of my people!
While they who escape of them shall escape and become on the mountains as the doves of the valleys, all of them cooing, - -each one in his punishment.