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 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 s
The survivors will escape and live in the mountains, moaning like doves of the valley, each for his own iniquity.
When I kept silent, my bones became brittle from my groaning all day long.
Surely His salvation is near to those who fear Him, that His glory may dwell in our land.
Your sons have fainted; they lie at the head of every street, like an antelope in a net. They are full of the wrath of t
We hoped for peace, but no good has come, for a time of healing, but there was only terror.
I am numb and badly crushed; I groan in anguish of heart.
They do not cry out to Me from their hearts when they wail upon their beds. They slash themselves for grain and new wine
Salvation is far from the wicked because they do not seek Your statutes.
Therefore justice is far from us, and righteousness does not reach us. We hope for light, but there is darkness; for bri
I go about blackened, but not by the sun. I stand up in the assembly and cry for help.
Oh, that my head were a spring of water, and my eyes a fountain of tears! I would weep day and night over the slain daug