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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 as a wild bull in a net: they are full of the fury of the LORD, the rebuke of thy God.
When I kept silence, my bones waxed old through my roaring all the day long.
I am feeble and sore broken; I roar by reason of the disquietness of my heart.
And they have not cried unto me with their heart when they howled upon their beds; they congregated themselves for the wheat and the wine, and they rebelled against me.
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.
I went about darkened, but not by the sun; I stood up and cried out in the congregation.
We looked for peace, but no good came; and for a time of health, and behold trouble!
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!
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.