¹¹ We roar all like bears, and moan sore like doves: we look for justice, but there is none; for salvation, but it is far off from us.

¹⁴ Like a swallow `or' a crane, so did I chatter; I did moan as a dove; mine eyes fail `with looking' upward: O Lord, I am oppressed, be thou my surety.

¹⁶ But those of them that escape shall escape, and shall be on the mountains like doves of the valleys, all of them moaning, every one in his iniquity.

¹⁴ And they have not cried unto me with their heart, but they howl upon their beds: they assemble themselves for grain and new wine; they rebel against me.

¹ 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!

¹⁵ We looked for peace, but no good came; `and' for a time of healing, and, behold, dismay!

⁹ Therefore is justice far from us, neither doth righteousness overtake us: we look for light, but, behold, darkness; for brightness, but we walk in obscurity.

²⁰ Thy sons have fainted, they lie at the head of all the streets, as an antelope in a net; they are full of the wrath of Jehovah, the rebuke of thy God.

¹⁵⁵ Salvation is far from the wicked; For they seek not thy statutes.

⁹ Surely his salvation is nigh them that fear him, That glory may dwell in our land.

⁸ I am faint and sore bruised: I have groaned by reason of the disquietness of my heart.

³ When I kept silence, my bones wasted away Through my groaning all the day long.

⁴ For day and night thy hand was heavy upon me: My moisture was changed `as' with the drought of summer. Selah

²⁸ I go mourning without the sun: I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.

²⁹ I am a brother to jackals, And a companion to ostriches.