I chirp like a swallow or crane; I moan like a dove. My eyes grow weak as I look upward. O Lord, I am oppressed; be my security.”
We all growl like bears and moan like doves. We hope for justice, but find none, for salvation, but it is far from us.
I am weary from my crying; my throat is parched. My eyes fail, looking for my God.
A song of ascents. I lift up my eyes to You, the One enthroned in heaven.
I have become a brother of jackals, a companion of ostriches.
The survivors will escape and live in the mountains, moaning like doves of the valley, each for his own iniquity.
It is decreed that the city be exiled and carried away; her maidservants moan like doves, and beat upon their breasts.
Ensure Your servant’s well-being; do not let the arrogant oppress me.
Give me, I pray, the pledge You demand. Who else will be my guarantor?
My heart is afflicted, and withered like grass; I even forget to eat my bread.
Answer me quickly, O LORD; my spirit fails. Do not hide Your face from me, or I will be like those who descend to the Pi
My eyes fail, looking for Your promise; I ask, “When will You comfort me?”
All the while our eyes were failing as we looked in vain for help. We watched from our towers for a nation that could no