¹¹ We make noises of grief, like bears, and sad sounds like doves: we are looking for our right, but it is not there; for salvation, but it is far from us.

¹⁴ I make cries like a bird; I give out sounds of grief like a dove: my eyes are looking up with desire; O Lord, I am crushed, take up my cause.

¹⁶ And those of them who get away safely will go and be in the secret places like the doves of the valleys, all of them will come to death, every one in his sin.

¹⁴ And they have not made prayer to me in their hearts, but they make loud cries on their beds; they are cutting themselves for food and wine, they are turned against me.

¹ If only my head was a stream of waters and my eyes fountains of weeping, so that I might go on weeping day and night for the dead of the daughter of my people!

¹⁵ We were looking for peace, but no good came; and for a time of well-being, but there is only a great fear.

⁹ For this cause our right is far from us, and righteousness does not overtake us: we are looking for light, but there is only the dark; for the shining of the sun, but our way is in the night.

²⁰ Your sons are overcome, like a roe in a net; they are full of the wrath of the Lord, the punishment of your God.

¹⁵⁵ Salvation is far from evil-doers; for they have made no search for your rules.

⁹ Truly, his salvation is near to his worshippers; so that glory may be in our land.

⁸ I am feeble and crushed down; I gave a cry like a lion because of the grief in my heart.

³ When I kept my mouth shut, my bones were wasted, because of my crying all through the day.

⁴ For the weight of your hand was on me day and night; my body became dry like the earth in summer. (Selah.)

²⁸ I go about in dark clothing, uncomforted; I get up in the public place, crying out for help.

²⁹ I have become a brother to the jackals, and go about in the company of ostriches.