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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 fainted; they lay down upon the head of all the streets as an antelope in a net: being full of the wrath of Jehovah the rebuke of thy God.
If I was silent, my bones fell away in my groaning all the day.
For my loins were filled with inflammation, and no soundness in my flesh.
And they cried not to me in their heart, for they shall wail upon their beds: for corn and new wine they will assemble themselves together; they will turn aside against me..
As the twittering swallow so shall I chirp: I shall murmur as the dove: mine eyes languished for height: O Jehovah, oppression is to me; be surety for me.
I went darkened without warmth: I rose up, I shall cry in the convocation.
Hoping for peace, and no good; for a time of healing, and behold, terror.
Who will give my head waters, and mine eyes a fountain of tears? and I will weep day and night for the wounded of the daughter of my people.
And they escaping, escaped, and they were on the mountains as doves of the valleys, all of them slain, a man for his iniquity.